Celeste Sea
Celeste Sea lives in Washington, DC. Her work appears in Sine Theta Magazine, A Velvet Giant, Perhappened, Trampset, Tiny Molecules, SmokeLong Quarterly, and elsewhere. She’s thinking about starting a novel. Maybe. Find her on Twitter @celestish_.
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Author’s Note
Each of my three stories is an attempt at exploring how loss characterizes so much of the diaspora experience. How does one grapple with loss of language, family history, or cultural traditions? It’s not an unusual or particularly special question, and as part of the Sino diaspora, I’m not the first to consider it. Things […]
Antioch
Antioch swore she could smell gold, that she could taste it in the air. See, she’d say, her tongue bubblegumming onto her nose. See. Right here. She’d lick and sniff and then point at a spot on the ground. That’s where my great-great-grandfather dug for gold, she’d say, and she’d take a piss right there, […]
Bunny, Three Ways
When A-Yip first hires Jenny, the cart-pushers pitch a fit. She better not get my cart, A-Mui says, and the other cart-pushers nod along because A-Mui pushes the best cart, the one with the har gao and the siu mai and the cheong fun. A-Mui has worked at Dim Sum Palace for years, and she […]
Vows
The first time I watch Godfrey juicing Ma’s perfume across his shoulders, he’s been living in our attic for about a week. Don’t tell anyone, he says, holding a finger to his mouth. He’s drawn his lips on ribbon-like, and they’re so red they hug his face like two freshly cleaved tongues. Ma could easily […]