BY ALYZA TAGUILASO. 0 begins with an explosion. / 1 My great-great-grandparents were making love when the First World War decided to happen.

BY ANNA TERESA SLATER. I want / the old man on the unicycle to listen / to my prayers.

Six years have passed since you last read a physical book.

my father was thirty-five when my mother / had me.

BY JULIENNE MAUI CASTELO MANGAWANG. In a woman’s hands did I meet God branching into ancestors who sang beneath trees, sat among waterfalls

BY DAMHURI MUHAMMAD. That valley is the most secret place.

BY PLOI PIRAPOKIN. Growing up, my mother cleaned my plates of rice and noodles.

BY MAX PASAKORN. 1. There is a stall here that is as old as you. It has seen how the concrete rises and falls.

BY CONNLA STOKES. Sometimes I revisit the halcyon days of early 21st century Hanoi in my mind. How about you, buddy?

BY JACK MALIK. a diluted, unconfirmed mocha middle-east / skin—mixture of herbs & a medley of origin:

BY J. MARCELO BORROMEO. ‘Do they sound like you?’ I asked.