288 May, 2021

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Water Hands

Issue No. 288 ~ May, 2021

Because my hands turned into water, I asked my mother to hang a bucket on each arm for my hands to rest without spilling. I set the buckets on the kitchen table, a cedar top stained with simplified Chinese characters, back from when I’d keep …

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The streets are alive with the sound of jackhammers

Issue No. 288 ~ May, 2021

Outside, rumble. Inside, rumble. The rumble of the jackhammers. All day, every day. It comes from the outside but shakes everything inside, down to the bones of the boyfie and me. It’s the street. It’s always changing. It’s the color of olives one day, pine …