In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
Hunched over the fat American Lit book in Mr. Phillip’s class, I jerk awake at the shock of the last line. Then, as