Touring the ruins of consciousness through a peephole.

The Ties that Bind in Local Crime

“We did what we had to do.”

Our uncanny instrument is on the rise again.

weeping, gnashing, keening

Is a poem.

Virginia Loo’s memoir How to B is a glorious absurdist embrace of DIY single motherhood.

“Becoming a single parent, I needed to channel a new level of thrift—and this started with avoiding a costly fertility clinic, if I could.”

Father Damien faces an unexpected, and final, crossroads of faith.

Two queer Hawaiian poets talking about Ulu.

You will be forever looking over your shoulder.

Boundaries blur inhabiting Blair before he was Orwell.

Kristiana Kahakauwila’s “boy-specific mind-reading powers”

Two Korean-American writers talk identity deprivation, East Coast Asian problems, and self-acceptance.

“I looked out the window and beheld my father, the Vulcan in the darkness.”

Once upon a time there was a girl who was born in a country where she didn’t feel at home.

Maybe he was left out of Braddah Iz’s sumo song, but those who know, will never forget George Kalima, a.k.a. Yamato.

Please, Lord, let him run out of breath. Of course, she felt awful for thinking such a thing.

In Steven Millhauser’s Disruptions, the invisible world is perpetually on the verge of becoming visible—and that suspense just kills me.

Slow-walking toward that good night.

“In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.”

Moana screenwriter Aaron Kandell talks to Zoë Eisenberg about her novel Significant Others, the unspoken truth behind female relationships, and her golden rule of creativity.