by Junpei Tarashi | Mar 25, 2021 | 2021, March, Poetry
one could never tell if the bartender’s love for the classic teen drama came from a place of sincerity or was hipster irony – but it didn’t matter – on Mondays when kindred spirits came together at the bar reliving their coming of age as twenty-somethings...
by Junpei Tarashi | Mar 18, 2021 | 2021, Flash Fiction, March
In fifth grade, Helen and I performed a ritual to summon Bloody Mary, and she told me what to do but not why. We watched the mirror in the dark, nothing but a series of trick lines shaping a door we couldn’t open because it was on the other side of the room. I asked...
by Junpei Tarashi | Mar 11, 2021 | 2021, March, Poetry
pale scars pried open, spilled to mold spinning wax – all without...
