Fiction
Give Me Your Body by Catherine Chung
I’ve never wanted to tell this story because where I come from, we believe that to speak the name of a ghost is to invite it into your life, to allow it take up residence in your mind and the minds of all who hear it. And so for all these years I’ve kept it […]
Yeet! That! Teet!
The high-tier prizes involved top-of-the-line gender-affirmation surgery—usually stuff not covered yet by health insurance.
The Tremendous One
Pui touches his nose to confirm he’s still there. He’s alive and, surprisingly, grateful.
In the After
We stayed warm and near to each other around the crackling flames. That’s how we continued on.
Clarity
Clarity knows how to turn your pain into an apology, but Nid Jeuniper has trained me a way out of this scenario.
Nor Let the Deep Swallow Me Up
This, I knew, was no mere dream: At long last the flood had come to cleanse this preposterous city.
Die Cuban
Listo had suspected the curse since the hospital, but after his first full moon it was a fact.
Hegu
I kept wondering what I could do to be better than them, much more than what I could do to be good.
A Precious Stone
“A humble name. Shi Tou cannot be mistaken for a precious stone. To be something ordinary makes you less fragile.”
Room 105 at the Ramada on Sundays
Mary decided then and there that Harold would do. She missed skin on skin. She missed letting go.