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Dear Old Humans, I am writing to you from a world vastlydifferent from yours. I am a “new human...

The distance between memory and I isnot length but texture, a surface I keep mistaking for...

Death is what Shi Tiesheng called “a matter not to be rushed, an inevitable festival that will ...

When I was in elementary school, a boy in my class decided he was in love with me. ...

There is a girl who is told to play basketball, cut her hair, and learn notto be so punctilious...

A Winter Noon A winter noon. I watch the leaves – wearing their yellow costume, flying down...

Ink Remembers These pages were fragile, the handwriting a relic of a different life. Yet,...

外公,I Never Knew You I lingered too long in dreams— unlearned the grammar of Zhu...

We don’t say love every time we mean it— sometimes it’s coffee left warm on the counter, a...

It’s in your touch, the way you stay, The little things you never say. A quiet glance, a hand...

I’d never held a hockey stick before moving to Vancouver. Back home, basketball ruled, but here,...

Have you ever watched a movie? One of those movies where the credits roll and a somber tune...

A Touch, Yet Not A Touch I gaze through the light of life, Probing the fire of desire. ...

Foundational makeup to soften your gaze, brushed in the hush of yearning’s touch, close your...

She painted a self-portrait of her holding a pizza. It was leaned against an easel on the...

In times of solitude, loneliness, overwhelming, or even connection, I have always imagined...

Rupert and Albert stood between The Coffee Shop With No Sugar and The Coffee Shop With No Cream,...

暮光暗淡下去了, 黑夜拉开我舞台的帷幕，亮起的霓虹灯是我的迪斯科球，我沿着街道舞动， 踏着脚下飞升的红色塑料袋，一跃直到屋顶。 屋顶的砖瓦在我的舞步下咔啦咔啦地响起，下方星...

I don’t remember learning to ride the bike. I wish I did. I wish I could recall my father’s...