What happens when fantastic / becomes fan-fucking-tastic

Riding an ant, we seek a fairy’s cave / A realm of long life, where butterflies flutter

I have met gunpowder: gunpowder moves past with death

a row of cypresses towered over the road / we knelt at the water’s source

on Sunday after church I took a walk

Your novel is for refugees like us, people who move forward because we have nowhere else to go.

Every day, the water in Okinawa is becoming more and more contaminated. I don't know where to run to.

If I wanted to be transformed, all I had to do was wait.

“We’re trained to shop for motherhood — to buy things to mold our own maternal identities according to someone else’s standards.”

Misery has a long reach when unprecedented flooding comes to the Appalachians.