Duy Quang Mai



Essay on being both the prey and their predators

I open the window and let the cool enter. Wind becomes a pool of locusts. I would stand there, would let my face swell by its cold, then call for my own name twice. Nothing answers. Every time summer arrives, …

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Storying

– for two tigers and a lion instead of punctuation marks P R O L O G U E a half-light noon i wake up inside nowhere. a campfire deep within my breastbone and i know i am human, hunting …

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