I am Iris, I thought. Iris is me, and Iris is in the wrong lane.
Being Led by Joy: Interview with K-Ming Chang, Author of Issue 41 Story “Haiyang”
I wanted to bring water into these places that are sterile or dry or drought-ridden.
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.
Penis Candles
The hall closet candles are white, ten inches long, and shaped like penises.
Sometimes I Think You Don’t Love Me At All
That was the summer that Tim had a left hand full of broken bones.
The Beast of Ballyheige
He was from a generation for whom superstition and folklore were interwoven seamlessly into history.
Picasso to the Rescue
Terrible things have happened. Your expertise is required to set right the unhinging of our world.
1981
In the first half of 1981, it was just a few who died.
Latent in Translation
She knew how to read a newspaper article when she was five; now she cannot tell Chinese from hieroglyphics.
A Ghost In The Hallway
At night he could hear her rustling the curtain. He would whisper his questions to her.
