The endless room for creativity in fiction makes it difficult to bind it to a definitive set of rules.
A Gallery of Limbs
These images kept breaking in, things about Aubrey he fought so hard not to remember.
Versos de mi Alma
I am sitting in my mother’s red Bonneville station wagon. Mamá’s hair is still black and long and flows over the back of the seat.
Coral Street
"Something moved across the street. Between the rows of the first and second floor windows something dark and sinewy slipped from one hidden place to another."
Written Representation Through Shared Family Stories: Interview with E.P. Tuazon author of “Professional Lola”
It's really important to have this kind of representation for our culture, because there's not a lot of it out there.
Last Snowfall
It is Earth’s final snowfall / and everyone is here.
Escaping Into Reality: The Importance of Fictional Truth
There’s a common misconception that escapist fiction is far removed from reality, but I would argue that it is simply a different kind of truth about another aspect of reality.
Pillow Practice
Promise me you won’t write a poem about me.
Haiyang
Don’t worry, I said, you’re the sea, and it’s impossible for the sea to drown. There’s nothing big enough for you.
The Gallery
Talk to me. Make me feel male.
BERKELEY FICTION REVIEW 