Apex Magazine

Interview with Author Murtaza Mohsin

A woman returns to the village she grew up in, promising its inhabitants salvation—and bringing them doom. Murtaza Mohsin's "The Flowering of Peace" pulls the reader along on Noor's quest...

Interview with Author Murtaza Mohsin

A woman returns to the village she grew up in, promising its inhabitants salvation—and bringing them doom. Murtaza Mohsin's "The Flowering of Peace" pulls the reader along on Noor's quest...

Interview with Author Grace P. Fong

Hollywood, land of vivid colors and a thousand glittering dreams. Anyone can be a star, even a laundry girl. Grace P. Fong's “The Toll of the Snake” digs in to...

Interview with Author Grace P. Fong

Hollywood, land of vivid colors and a thousand glittering dreams. Anyone can be a star, even a laundry girl. Grace P. Fong's “The Toll of the Snake” digs in to...

API Editorial

Welcome to Apex Magazine issue 137! It has been my honor to guest-edit this issue of Apex focused on featuring Asian and Pacific Islander voices from the homelands and the...

API Editorial

Welcome to Apex Magazine issue 137! It has been my honor to guest-edit this issue of Apex focused on featuring Asian and Pacific Islander voices from the homelands and the...

Have Mercy, My Love, While We Wait for the Thaw

for KT The Grieving House rises like a lighthouse from the artificial snowdrifts, its windows blazing honeyed gold. The clean lines of it look too much like a grave marker....

Have Mercy, My Love, While We Wait for the Thaw

for KT The Grieving House rises like a lighthouse from the artificial snowdrifts, its windows blazing honeyed gold. The clean lines of it look too much like a grave marker....

Next Station, Shibuya

Tonight you fell asleep on the loop line again. You didn’t mean to do it but the rumble of the train stretched around your shoulders like an arm, spiraled deliciously...

Next Station, Shibuya

Tonight you fell asleep on the loop line again. You didn’t mean to do it but the rumble of the train stretched around your shoulders like an arm, spiraled deliciously...