After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
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The Arrest, in all its surreal narrative trappings, supercars, and Hollywood theatrics, wants to know if words can save us in a dystopia.
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CHARLES YU is the author of three books, including the novel How to
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Siri Pleas Not I, not tonight. Not even halfway homewhen this notification brakes your black bikebefore the lichened gate of the communitylabyrinth— where now, we mustusher each other down the same trepid
The sun reflecting off a chrome bumper discarded by the side of the road like the wrapper of a fast food hamburger momentarily blinded Granny El Bee, and in that moment she
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When you go to Little Caesars on Christmas Eve, ignore the feelings of indignity as you trudge through the snow in the poorly plowed parking lot with the stiff-legged gait of someone