Dwindling Scenes by Dana Li

Where does history go—yours and mine? Those days when we tangled limbs and lives.  No one told me, love is a bleeding dream: as we recklessly whispered forever into the night. Where does history go—with your one-line jokes and sideway smiles? I’m afraid I’ll find it, in this crowded room, fading from your coffee-stained eyes. […]

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The Knot by Dana Li

Is this folly? To bind ourselves, flesh to flesh, in blood and brokenness and whisper, in defiance, against the dark: ‘til death. To mock futility, souls conjoined, despite the mortal sting and laugh in the face of emptiness with this communion sweet. To die daily, for love asks more than words—it demands our life: every frail […]

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Wanderlust by Dana Li

Won’t you come, and walk these rugged roads with me? We can drive that beat-up van through stretches of golden cornfield, dappled with dying sunlight, listening to the tired hum of the engine and wondering breathlessly when it will sputter and give out. Dusk descends and the crickets come alive with their calls—a song to […]

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