Erica Melliza Hom (she/her) is a teacher, artist, and queer Filipina diaspora writer. Her writing focuses on women’s experiences in immigration, inherited trauma, cryptids, ghosts, and unreal worlds. Her work has been featured by various publications including Honey Literary, The Arkansas International, ROOM magazine, and others. For other samples of her work, visit her website.
Sisimulan ko sa simula. Foremother trudges through Guimaras grasslands, gathers mangoes in a pina leaf basket woven tight as DNA strands. All day, she will carry orbs of gold light under her arm. On Long Island, I carry an eighth of weed in the pocket of my father’s Mets jersey, but the air still smells of salt. Picture the aswang… Read more →
“Beauty will save the world.” Prince Myshkin to Rogozhin, The Idiot The way the wheels of the six traincaress the belly of the Brooklyn Bridge is a love poem.These egg custard tarts we bought — also a love poem,sugar sonnet, we laugh, tearing apart soft, circular pastryinto perfect, jiggling halves, and in… Read more →
“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.” Chinua Achebe A rite of passage. In my family, when a girl is born, she is gifted a shovel. Generations of gravediggers slicing through the ground like an autopsy, exposed roots, tiny pebbles glinting like my mother’s eyes after weeping. They buried all they did not want… Read more →