A flash fiction story about dreams, laughter, and chapped lips.
Author: Misako Yamazaki
On Sunday Morning
I am struck by the fact that no matter how many people we surround ourselves with, no matter who we fall in love with—if at all—at the end of the day, we are alone in our experience of this human mortal life.
Mourning Halloween
Halloween has, by no wish of my own, become for me a holiday of mourning. I mourn for that which was taken away from me, for everything I missed out on because my mother forced me to grow up too soon. I mourn for my childhood that was cut short.
A Day in the Park
Autumn in Phoenix is certainly not like autumn in other places—places where you actually get four seasons a year instead of a nearly year-long summer with a few weeks of winter sprinkled in. I’ve never liked Arizona, never felt truly at home here in the southwestern desert. It dries out the soul, makes it crack and shatter.
An Autistic Woman Walks into a Bar
An autistic woman walks into a bar with her reusable water bottle clutched to her chest like a stainless-steel security blanket. The assault of sound, booming and vicious, is too much of a shock, and she begins to panic.
APAHM & Mental Health
While I was in grade school, I could count the number of Asian-Americans in my grade on one hand. There weren’t many of us to debunk the model-minority myth, which I never knew existed until I was in college.
Cutting Ties
Everyone did this, right? Wasn’t this what you were supposed to do after a break up? Cut your own hair in a frenzy, post-emotional breakdown?
More Than A Feeling: Book Review of AND SO WE DIE, HAVING FIRST SLEPT
AND SO WE DIE, HAVING FIRST SLEPT is a wondrous story about the perplexity of the human condition as told by a wonderful human herself.
Lethal Love: A Review of R. O. Kwon’s THE INCENDIARIES
The Incendiaries is as radiant as it is dark. It is not a fall from grace, but a forceful snatching from morality.
Re: I Am Writing Blindly
In which I respond to Roger Rosenblatt's Time article, "I Am Writing Blindly."