Apex Magazine
In “What Good Daughters Do,” Janey is not only watching her mother in decline and dealing with the grief of this process, but she is also watching her mother become...
Interview with Author Tia Tashiro
In “What Good Daughters Do,” Janey is not only watching her mother in decline and dealing with the grief of this process, but she is also watching her mother become...
I’m not expecting it when my mother eats the bus driver. My surprise comes mostly because I thought I’d gotten her under control. The bus ride—two AM on a Tuesday,...
What Good Daughters Do
I’m not expecting it when my mother eats the bus driver. My surprise comes mostly because I thought I’d gotten her under control. The bus ride—two AM on a Tuesday,...
Halfway through September and there's a chill in the air. Or is it the stories in Apex? We have classes on unconventional descriptions in storytelling, writing inclusively without being appropriative,...
Apex in October 2024
Halfway through September and there's a chill in the air. Or is it the stories in Apex? We have classes on unconventional descriptions in storytelling, writing inclusively without being appropriative,...
Welcome to another Words for Thought! This time around, I’m looking at stories about complicated relationships—to people, places, and to the self. As always, there may be some spoilers ahead,...
Words for Thought: Short Fiction Review
Welcome to another Words for Thought! This time around, I’m looking at stories about complicated relationships—to people, places, and to the self. As always, there may be some spoilers ahead,...
Beautiful At least not like you used to be, your scruffy hair, deep blue eyes. I see you looking in the mirror, the black and brown fur beginning to push...
The Eight Things You'll Never Be Now That You're Slowly Turning Into a Giant ...
Beautiful At least not like you used to be, your scruffy hair, deep blue eyes. I see you looking in the mirror, the black and brown fur beginning to push...
The house soared north, then veered west, where the land went up and up, and the buildings went up and up, like a metallic wave cresting ahead of the distant...
Remembered Salt
The house soared north, then veered west, where the land went up and up, and the buildings went up and up, like a metallic wave cresting ahead of the distant...
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
A Tapestry of Dreams
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...