Stories by
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé

They tore the book down the middle. He kept the ending to rewrite it. She made paper boats of her pages and set them on Monty’s pond, happy.

Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is a city hermit. He’s thinking of making clay miniatures for a recently repotted bonsai.

Forgiveness as pure joy, she insisted. A ribbon-breasted finch warbled in its nest. Under the waterfall, his lantern like sunlight in rain.

Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is a city hermit. He’s thinking of making clay miniatures for a recently repotted bonsai.