Apex Magazine
I. Ansel No signs protect the backyards in this part of town from the Marl Pits Forest. There’s no treeline either. Of course there isn’t. But even in the dark,...
Our Lady of the Clay
I. Ansel No signs protect the backyards in this part of town from the Marl Pits Forest. There’s no treeline either. Of course there isn’t. But even in the dark,...
When he first approached me in the train station, I batted him away. I thought he was homeless. The weird, ellipsoidal neck tattoos creeping into view from his collar didn’t...
Wanderlust
When he first approached me in the train station, I batted him away. I thought he was homeless. The weird, ellipsoidal neck tattoos creeping into view from his collar didn’t...
In the end, she goes to the bar on her own. It’s the first one she comes across after she storms out of the office. She’s seen it before, of...
The Jukebox Man
In the end, she goes to the bar on her own. It’s the first one she comes across after she storms out of the office. She’s seen it before, of...
I pick through owl pellets and call it art, though my husband refuses to. The sculptures are mostly skeletal. I dip them in resin squares to freeze them forever. This...
The Art the Owls Can't Swallow
I pick through owl pellets and call it art, though my husband refuses to. The sculptures are mostly skeletal. I dip them in resin squares to freeze them forever. This...
I pick through owl pellets and call it art, though my husband refuses to. The sculptures are mostly skeletal. I dip them in resin squares to freeze them forever. This...
The Art the Owls Can't Swallow
I pick through owl pellets and call it art, though my husband refuses to. The sculptures are mostly skeletal. I dip them in resin squares to freeze them forever. This...
“We thumb our red noses. We reveal all. And we have never played the fool.” —Demitriosa Muen, organizer and spokespersonThe Joyful Port Workers I dress up as a clown and...
The Clown Watches the Clown
“We thumb our red noses. We reveal all. And we have never played the fool.” —Demitriosa Muen, organizer and spokespersonThe Joyful Port Workers I dress up as a clown and...
When the last copy of Little Jasmine at the publisher’s warehouse was pulped, the color bled out from our world. My ruby red cheongsam and my husband’s officer’s uniform dampened...
Out of Print
When the last copy of Little Jasmine at the publisher’s warehouse was pulped, the color bled out from our world. My ruby red cheongsam and my husband’s officer’s uniform dampened...