Home Base by Xu Xi
Today, in 2014, my HKID “permanent right of abode” card is the envied identity of young economic migrants from the U.S., because it carries the right to live and work in Hong Kong without first having to find an employer-sponsor for a visa. In 2014, my living space is a bedsit on the rooftop of my mother’s top floor flat, where I live and work in the city that was home, to help care for a woman who no longer knows who I am. READ MORE
A Hard Bed
by Princess Perry
There rose in the store the atmosphere of a cockfight - strutting, speckled birds with razors fastened to their feet - calming only when one rooster tore the head from another. Clyde Adock surveyed the room. The white men who played checkers and ate sardines and cheese in his store had a lot in common with Namon Pember. Their farms were always at the mercy of animal disease and crop blight. Like Namon, they were passed over for loans while big acreage “farmers” who rarely touched dirt reaped subsidy checks. All in the same leaky boat, Adock had extended credit to every one of them. Sometimes they called this to mind. Adock had seen them trade remedies, tools, and sometimes a cigarette with Namon. Yet these were the years of Scottsboro, when good white citizens marveled that a gang of black boys jailed for raping white women had lived long enough to deny it in court. They straightened from the board. The gaze of every white man was on Namon, and Adock. Gilliam’s hand slid down the neck of the unopened bottle. He gripped it like a hammer. READ MORE
by RJ Eldridge
I’m in my neighborhood now. Harper Square’s to my left. I approach my building, a six story walkup embedded in one of the square’s spines. In this near dark, a second floor window glows blue neon words: Psychic Mary. She lives right under me. We never speak. The spirits do that for us. They enter through my floor and swirl around my dreams. READ MORE.