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The house is old, the wood that frames
it tired of the burden of holding

up the walls. The roof took flight
long ago, a storm it thinks,

or perhaps the shingles
just decided, en masse, to fly

like birds, to warmer climes,
the great migration of the material

abandoning the nest like fledgling
chicks. Between the floorboards seedlings rise,

pushing it aside to reach the light, which is the way
of things, it supposes. The old house shudders,

vines and creepers circle the crumbling frame, thin
arms lithe and loving, a comfort.

It's not so bad it thinks,
to be abandoned by the people

who cut down its trees, drove nails
into its limbs, sheltered themselves

within its body. Now finally it is
left to crumble, to become soil

again, leaving manmade dreams behind
for the natural, wild world, for dust.



Lynette Mejía writes science fiction, fantasy, and horror prose and poetry from the middle of a deep, dark forest in the wilds of southern Louisiana. Her work has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Nature: Futures, and others, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Rhysling Award, and the Million Writers Award. You can find her online at www.lynettemejia.com.
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29 May 2023

We are touched and encouraged to see an overwhelming response from writers from the Sino diaspora as well as BIPOC creators in various parts of the world. And such diverse and daring takes of wuxia and xianxia, from contemporary to the far reaches of space!
By: L Chan
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Before the Occupation, righteousness might have meant taking overt stands against the distant invaders of their ancestral homelands through donating money, labour, or expertise to Chinese wartime efforts. Yet during the Occupation, such behaviour would get one killed or suspected of treason; one might find it better to remain discreet and fade into the background, or leave for safer shores. Could one uphold justice and righteousness quietly, subtly, and effectively within such a world of harshness and deprivation?
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