Lilacs

I had a plan. I would chance upon a mountain spring. Glacial. Immaculate.



Horse Poetica

Ask permission before approaching someone else’s poem.




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Liwen stands smiling in front of a city skyline; she has long dark hair and is wearing a red top and a skirt with a bright multicolored rose motif atop a black background.

Q&A with Liwen Xu, author of “In the End”

Moments like these are threaded through my stories, and to me, they are the gold thread glinting in my fiction. In some ways, I’m always writing for my parents, towards my mother.


Image shows a window in the center of a building. The light from the window is warm as orange light shines through pinkish curtains. Plants can be seen on the inside windowsill. The surrounding light in the image is dim and bluish gray. Leafless trees stand around the window, coated in snow. The building is made of light colored bricks. The top of a chain-link fence can be seen in the foreground.

Those Winter Evenings

I’d come home from campus in the blue-black / dim of dinnertime, the air pummeling me awake from the daze


two vending machines: one has snacks and the other has coca cola products

SensaSnack

“Thank you for complying, please retrieve your SensaBar from the delivery tray.”