Sandy Solomon

Your letter says you have a new job "carrying cement on the shoulder," not so pleasant as planting trees, but ten more yuan per month for books, you who dreamed of ballet. You write during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You will sit tonight with your famil [...]

Brown twig with a scored, russet skirt of wings you cling to the side of the garbage can where the lid fits, and except for a slight twitch to your pointed mandible, hold wholly still. When you finally move, it's just to shift your strand-like, green [...]