A
BILINGUAL HALLOWEEN
By InSuk Jo
Sheet,
shit. Costume, custom. Sleep, slip. Retch, wretch. They still sound
alike. After four years of college English courses.
JAPANESE
GARDEN, PORTLAND OREGON
By Brenda Miller
I
imagined myself silent and still as a stone Buddha who sits inside
the changing seasons—immutable and temperate, even under the gathering
snow.