Pigeon Burial
Looking at the ground as I walked home from school, one of the last things I expected to see out of the corner of my eye was a large,...
A Story of Water
I lingered in my mother’s womb a week longer than I was supposed to, according to the medical professionals. In my culture, we frown...
Whittling Wood
It was during the first weeks of the COVID-19 crisis that I started whittling wood. I kept it simple—walking sticks. I loved walking; and...
Steam Amidst Smoke: Embracing Absurdity in Climate Chaos
There is a tightness in the chest, a congestion of phlegm and nightmares. The stock pot boils an inch of water around branches of lavender..
Riding the Red Line Train Downtown
“The Red Line Train to downtown Salt Lake will board in five minutes.” My hands shake as I keep them folded in my lap. I balance a rented...
Found in the Vacancy
Now that I am gone, living in New York City feels like a fever dream. I made my decision to leave Arizona with a coin toss, when my...