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I ask my husband,Did you notice the newapartments downtown?He looks at me curiously before he answers. I amaze my husbandby my lack of observation.I fail to noteroad construction,high-rise offices,those apartments built 5 years ago,and highway detour signs. I cocoon myself in a small world.I’m attracted to only important details:the enchantingContinue Reading

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Nam Hoang Tran is a writer and visual artist based in Orlando, FL. His work appears or is forthcoming in Posit, Bending Genres, Midway Journal, BlazeVOX, New Delta Review, Diode, and elsewhere. Find him online at www.namhtran.com.Continue Reading

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     My cream-colored shrug so easily slipped off my shoulders and ran down my arms to the floor. This is not what I had envisioned as necessary to break the ice and the process of melting away fear and self-consciousness. He saw and felt no fear, only assured of his movements,Continue Reading

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Now I would rather remember life than live it.I would rather imagine life than live it.I’d rather watch life going on from the sidelinesin a comfortable chair than stand in the midst of lifeliving it. And maybe that strikes you as sador perverse. And maybe I’m kind of a pervbecauseContinue Reading

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All my life, I waited for lovelike pineapple. Sopping bites,hair bristling on skin, tangyand biting. I waited for the nibble on my tongue.It never came. You came,and you were oxygen. You were misting rain,not tidal waves. All my life,I watched my father hail,and I bent towards blue. How to knowContinue Reading

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I have sexual amnesia when I try to remember those most intimate moments with Pete. Sex had lured him to me, but my attraction to him was more conscious. A calculated thing. Once, after we had been married about six years, I suggested we consider having other consensual sexual relationshipsContinue Reading

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Synopsis A series of attempts made by a now defunctBook club to break off an engagementBefore it happens what starts off as badAdvice given at a New Years Eve partyTurns into a comedy of errors when anAlcoholic poet recruits estranged frenemiesAnd former roommates alike while touringA closing light exhibit atContinue Reading

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I hate myself for showing up to work. What a waste. I’ve danced four sets for worse than no one, just those who return my failing attempts at sensuality with a dehumanizing stare. I’m continually reminding myself that it’s not my fault that I’m not making money. Not helping though.Continue Reading

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I am whispering in the room of my heart.Do you hear me? When my skull tingles,When you cook eggs in the morning,When I wake in the night and you’re still asleep but your hand reaches for my thigh anyway?When we kiss in the parking lot and someone whistles and IContinue Reading

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As children, we made games of the gallons: underwater worlds inhabited by two.As teenagers, we tanned, splashed. Dared to jump from the highest rock.As honeymooners, we waited for darkness, stripped, leapt: entangled in the current, each other’s limbs.As parents, we walked her patiently. Small steps, spying for fishies. Tiny handContinue Reading