Author: Jun Hua Ea

Morning ascended – we climbed in the minivan to open shop, as you, and she, had done for years without lapse. I had coiled the night in angst – dreading the future I extruded....

It remains immediate like fresh abrasion – the night yowls of rage crashed at us. I raced the stairs to find her retracting defiantly, as you stomped forward, two bulls bellowing wrath at the...

Darling, keep poise – they are absent control. You, with your taut curves and sleek, liquid length of glinting darkness – let them stare. I, with these fine-arced malars and narrow eyes, strolling aside...

The street is sowed with cans; she does not recoil from the bounty — she is an American. Her quivering talons pick the knot with a master’s patience, nimble thumbs pry and part the...