This writerly guilt stayed with me, and seven years after the book was published, I decided to develop Nain’s back story...

I’ve always wanted to write a poem that will translate this heartbreak, this grief I feel toward the state of the environment...

Since I was a kid I processed life and hurt through writing, and after my brother died, the words stopped...

I wanted to write an ode to my favorite painters and lineage utilizing a minimalist palette...

Here, I had plenty of adventure: a convergence of three things, which I think is what makes this poem work...

It’s a poem born in a private moment, celebrating the joys of onanism and its attendant issues...

I was walking along the street and saw a poster for a traditional healer and invented a story...

I wrote this essay while processing the loss of my father-in-law with my children...

This poem describes an experience I had walking in a park by the East River in Brooklyn with my husband...

In every farewell meet, we recollect all the virtues; seldom do we recollect that person’s trajectory in this office...

We set up all these rules for living based on this presumed knowledge, & then something happens...

This piece was inspired by my Nani (maternal grandmother). I didn’t get to spend too much time with her growing up...

The story fuses three actual events in Malaysia: a clandestine adoption that went horribly wrong...

I went ahead and adopted him. Beaux, is his name, a pitpull mix. He is the story’s inspiration...

I reflected on the few times in my life I’ve been faced with either a natural or man-made disaster...

John is a character who can be captured in simple, straightforward emotions and adjectives...

I try to be as open as possible to all influences, including, but not limited to, everything I read...

What I do remember was that I was writing with a friend, and I wanted to write something humorous...

I had been thinking about how I am the sort of person who hides in the kitchen at parties...

This story was intended to be a pastiche of E.B. White’s Dusk in Fierce Pajamas...

While ordering birthday flowers online, I wandered through the sympathy selection and thought...

I spent part of two summers in that Mexican town and fell in love with the place...

My first inkling of the idea came in noticing Bostock’s history of the reign of Alexander the Great...

It somehow merged with the idea of therapy animals and how we process grief in ways that may seem strange to other people...

This piece was written to make God relatable. A hot mess. The world is falling apart because she is and she’s falling apart because...

I used separate memories of personal and communal losses, then tied them together in an attempt to create some kind of meaning out of death...