“Where the Sky Meets the Sea” interprets the unique experience of growing up mixed heritage. I am half-Chinese, half-Korean, and though imaginative, I hope many others like myself are able to resonate with this piece — from the envy of belonging to a single culture, to the acceptance, the pride, and the beauty of acknowledging both.

How are you doing today, Marigold? my therapist asks me. She looks comfortable, sprawled against her spinning leather armchair the way a man would sit. Maybe she seats herself like a man because she knows she has the upper hand against me, every appointment an unconscious match-up: her…

Natori tossed her bike onto a nearby patch of dirt. It was pouring. Quickly, she threw her rain jacket over her head and stepped back for a better view of the building. In front of her stood the broken corpse of an abandoned two-story home. The structure was…

for a creature that was not born to gorge on flesh you sure are fond of self – canni – balism ————– they say according to the chinese zodiac it’s the year of the snake you discard what needs to be shed it’s not productive to consume sin…

Cradle meSuffocating green godSeep into my fleshAnd interlock my fingers with your vinesDrape over my headThe blanket you designedWeave your threads through my lashesHold, Breath. Pass, Time. Strangle meHomogeneous forest creeperFrom crown to toeMix my blood with your pulpTake my veinsAnd wring them outDrain my bodyDrink the juiceInfest…

it’s easy to be envious of silkworms they never live half-starved gluttoned from birth on mulberry and chlorophyll potential turning swollen graced with tenderness for existing their distended forms gorgeous or maybe it is their becoming that is gorgeous the worm is only cocooning what has been engineered…