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Bleeding Girls Initiation Ritual
We arrive in the dark at the shortest night and cluster away from the pyre. We are nameless and unsure, bleeding without a wound. We count: forty of us against three of them. Still, we feel outnumbered. We rub our cramping bellies. Wood smoke makes us cry.
Quarantine Stories
We were in Vietnam when the country went into semi-lockdown. For three weeks in April, we hardly left the property. We were allowed to go out for food or medical emergencies, yet preferred to stay quarantined. I was quite anxious…
Wait Till You See Me Dance
Empathy and social anxiety are two sides of the same coin. // With absurdity and heart, with insights and twists, Unferth lets us peek into the minds of her irresistible characters, whose stories are as real as they are sinister.…
The Guillotine Reimagined
Happy to share that my flash fiction, "The Guillotine Reimagined," is published by Little Fiction. Thank you Troy Palmer, Beth Gilstrap, and Elvin Park for publishing my work. Below is the opening of the story and a link to the…
The Art of Revision
Inspired by multiple fundraising events in my neighborhood in Hoi An, I decided to donate my time and teach a writing class for the many authors that happen to live here.
Traveling in Times of Corona
The threat of a pandemic became real. What should we do? Where should we go? Other travelers might have decided to go home and wait it out. But we had no home to which to return. Where should we wait…
In the Dream House
Machado’s writing is clever, poetic at times, and sharp when it needs to be. The structure of her memoir in very short chapters is the perfect vehicle to tell both a personal tale and dissect the mechanism inherent in the…
