VISCERA

Hitori’s grandmother braided strings of myths and stories into foreign taboos. They were lessons to keep his sticky hands from clawing...

CW: abuse, blood, murder The first night I can recall, a summer song graced the air with cicada trills and cricket croons, and I could...

The smell of   Peking duck, of shao mai , of hong shao rou , of egg flower soup, and sweet hong dou bao zi  sickens me to my core. I sit...