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This Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, we will be featuring the winners from last month’s flash contest, held in conjunction with the AWP festival in Portland. Entries were received in paper form during the three days of the book fair, and selected by our editorial team. My father and I are museuming in Tacoma at the Foss Waterway Seaport. It is one of the few scattered times…
This Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, we will be featuring the winners from last month’s flash contest, held in conjunction with the AWP festival in Portland. Entries were received in paper form during the three days of the book fair, and selected by our editorial team. I don’t know if we are white or smudged with a soft…
This Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, we will be featuring the winners from last month’s flash contest, held in conjunction with the AWP festival in Portland. Entries were received in paper form during the three days of the book fair, and selected by our full editorial team. You are some off-kilter sepia sky strewn in sun and waves and…
My brother and I came upon a shrine in Okinawa where miko still make kuchikamizake. Here—sipping rice wines fermented in the cheeks of virgins, is the closest I’ve ever come to intimacy. I want to cleanse myself with holy liquid, bind our futures with Shinto vows. Home never smelled like matured cherry blossoms or crisp oolong. Adorned with azusayumi and armed with tamagushi, miko are…
One year earlier they had been rushing toward a break. She had gone so far as to complicate things by hiring a lawyer. But things had calmed and the last three months had been focused on what was to come. They headed out that morning intoxicated with the sense that their lives might have somehow uncomplicated themselves and would now roll out seamlessly till old…