Stories by Jaclyn Zhou
"My father loves to tell stories. Parables, really – he likes it when stories have lessons, especially lessons that could be applied to make you a more useful and employable individual."
forgive me, grandfather / you never cross my mind except when i cross oceans
"I was wrong about how valuable things deserve names. I was completely backwards. Before he was Doug, our 2001 Toyota Avalon was a good car."
The second in a series of poetry found by blacking out other works. This time, our writer defaces textbooks.
From freak spiders to freak waves, five writers share the bizarre nightmares they had as children.
"she dreamt of winding northbound tracks / and of wandering southbound birds"
"if you’d like, we could get carried away./we could leave the birds behind/let them build their homes in our empty nests."
The production is a play within a play, in which patients in a mental asylum under the direction of the Marquis de Sade reenact an assassination.