By Lucy Wan
my mother
on the narrow streets
the streets
her old haunt
her ghosts
my mother her ghosts
and me
crowded on these empty streets
By Monte Remer I came by his acquaintance for the first time and liked him not at all, though I tried to be cordial despite the circumstances and the fact that my grandmother was a lovely woman but he didn't return the same courtesy and in fact put a squirrel...
By Dan Lu No worry about money. No need for ask. Mama ai ni Mama say do your homework before bed, Mama tuck you in at night, Mama cross an ocean for you the salt is in your blood feel the sting in your flesh the fracture in your bones ...
By Peyton Bender Grandma is small like me. Nestled into her faded flowered sheets, huddled into a pillow-fort coffin, her wrinkled eyelids blanket her eyes; her lips do not greet me with a smile today. She breathes like my cabbage patch doll—so subtly ...