Life Lessons
By Poetry Issue 127
Mother didn’t teach me how to slice a cucumber so thinly that you could see through each slice, a world looming misty and gentle.
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By Poetry Issue 127
chopsticks diving
deep into the bone
Dream of a New Rhythm: A Conversation with Miho Nonaka
By Interview Issue 118
It almost takes a supernatural power to insist on existing, belonging, and mattering as an embodied presence when you are an outsider.
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