Meet the Mechanist
Ai Jiang
Ai Jiang is a Chinese-Canadian writer, an immigrant from Fujian, and an active HWA member. She draws on cultures and landscapes of the lands she has walked for inspiration. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in F&SF, The Dark, Dark Matter, Star*Line, Prairie Fire, Hobart Pulp, Jellyfish Review, among others. Find her on Twitter (@AiJiang_) and online (http://aijiang.ca).
What We Look For at the Night Market
When meeting death, there is first a moment of confusion—a space in-between where ghosts wander—wonder—until they do not. Guilt is a fickle thing—forgetting is even
Lost
On foreign land, memories of you slowly fade, but the dolls still stay,
their eyes rolling to the back of their heads, refusing to watch you leave.
House—Unpainted
A house down the street catches my attention. It sits half painted, the other half peeling white, with a quarter of the driveway paved. The cracks are still visible. A shadow passes by one window in the upper level. It looks like my daughter. I know it can’t be. I left her shadow inside the new house.
