Cincinnati Review

Don’t let the ghosts take your names, Ba said over the hiss of the wok harmonizing with the ghosts. Don’t let them steal your spirits.

In “Lighthouse,” work is inextricably linked to place: a place to which the speaker is a newcomer, with no ties to bind them to the landscape.

A prose poem with nearly breathless syntax and a subtle build of rhetoric.

Former contributor Nicholas Wong masterfully translates Chen Poyu’s haunting poem.

Matt Barrett’s story about knife sellers begins with a book being cut down the spine and builds to a meditation on the weight and heft of words.

Like Jay Gatsby or the Lisbon Girls, the mushroom at the center of “Reclamation” wholly occupies the narrator’s–and, in turn the reader’s–attention.