Kelley J. P. Lindberg
A Sail of Ash

Kelley J. P. Lindberg - A Sail of Ash

Fiction
When Colorado-based freelance writer Kelley J. P. Lindberg isn’t writing, reading, hiking, or sailing, she’s traveling as far and as often as she can. If there’s still time left over, she blogs… Read more »
Yunya Yang
Heritage

Yunya Yang - Heritage

Fiction
Yunya Yang was born and raised in Central China and moved to the US when she was eighteen. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Epiphany, Hobart, and Gulf Coast, among others. She currently serves as… Read more »
Seher Fatema Vora
No God for Spilled Ink

Seher Fatema Vora - No God for Spilled Ink

Fiction
Seher Fatema Vora is a Pakistani American editor and writer. She has worked as an editor for academic and news publications, and recently shifted her focus to fiction. Seher holds an MA in… Read more »
Chido Muchemwa
Paradise

Chido Muchemwa - Paradise

Fiction
Chido Muchemwa is a Zimbabwean writer currently living in Canada. Her work has appeared in the Bacopa Literary Review, Humber Literary Review, Tincture Journal, and Apogee. She has been shortlisted… Read more »
Vishwas R. Gaitonde
The Saint

Vishwas R. Gaitonde - The Saint

Fiction
Photo credit: C. Anthony Huber Vishwas R. Gaitonde spent his formative years in India and now resides in the United States. He has been published in literary magazines such as The Iowa Review,… Read more »

Heritage

Yunya Yang

She centers a tear-drop jade pendant on a silk scarf, folds the four corners on top of each other, flips it, and ties it up with a gold string. She admires her neat packaging, pats it twice with her fingertips, then slips it in the tiny inner pocket of her handbag, perfect for its size. On the fourteen-hour flight from Shanghai to Los Angeles, she reaches inside the bag and feels the comfortable weight of the small stone.

On her daughter’s wedding day, she dons her red qipao, pressed in early morning after a sleepless night, smooth like a mirror. Her daughter wears white, as is customary in a Western wedding.

Before the ceremony, she strings the pendant through a red thread and puts it around her daughter’s neck. The tear-drop stone sets right at the dip of her collarbone, marbled by smokes and fogs of soft green.

When her daughter stands at the altar, next to a straw-haired man, in front of somebody else’s god, she notices that the jade is tucked behind the lace of her daughter’s white dress.

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Almost a hundred years earlier, a young woman steps off a green-skinned sleeper train in Shanghai.… Read more »