Here, you’ll find four flash fiction pieces that highlight moments of loss, love, and joy, written over the course of the past year. Short pieces to remind us that we’re all human
Nostalgic
Grew Through Jazz
This piece shares the story of a young woman who was influenced heavily by jazz throughout her life and details her understanding of jazz through a Black perspective
Dios Te Bendiga
This piece started as many little stories about my grandmother’s cooking and evolved into a story about my grandmother herself and the moments when we drink hot chocolate together.
Young Mourning
A young person’s feeling while aging.
Always a Bird to Me
In this whimsical and melancholic poem, sisterhood and coming of age are illustrated in the metaphor of flight.
Perfect Day
A short story about the separation from my best friends.
My Apple Pie
It is a heartwarming story of making a baked good with love, with a family member you love.
Harvest Season
Harvest Season is a contrapuntal poem that embodies the essence of yearning, meant to be read from left to right descending, or separately.
“语言之美: 跨越东方的心灵之旅 / 언어의 아름다움: 동방을 여행하다” (Translation: “Beauty of Language: Journey Across the East”)
The two poems celebrates the beauty of both Korean and Mandarin Chinese, languages dear to the heart of the writer. These poems serve as a love letter to the rich tapestry of linguistic exploration.
Silver Eyes
This piece was selected as an Honorable Mention in the First Chapters Contest, hosted in partnership with Penguin Random House and Electric Lit
A Letter to Mom
A raw letter addressed to my mom: hurtful memories one part of me hopes she still remembers, imperfections still left uncovered, and everything I never said to her.
Faith’s Hope
Shutting her eyes firmly until compression so all she could see were glittering stars, Hope’s imagination stretched into answering her yearning for a companionship to fulfill her dreaded playtime.
Just like that, Faith was born.
Here, Youth
A conversation with, by, and for the intangible being of Youth.
A Lingering Regret
As the evening lamp bathes the room in its familiar warmth, my gaze falls upon the empty chair beside me, Dada.
Made With Lime
This piece is inspired by recent events which reminded me of my childhood, growing up in Haiti.