• Not My Father’s Equal

    I didn’t expect him to smile and say, “I love you,” as Americans did. I had never seen him smile and I would never expect him to embrace me; he never had. But perhaps there was some way—some subtle, casual way—that he could acknowledge my worth.

    By Julie Wu

Poetry Tuesday

  • Nobody’s Body: Three Poems by Aimee Suzara

    eating crabs with your fingers pre-Spanish fork and spoon and pre-KFC native chicken you can be served by dancing feathered natives that is true it all tastes good

    By Aimee Suzara

  • Your Closest Relative is a TV Set

    Writer-artist-professor Tan Lin talks fictive relatives, the narrative of an immigrant TV culture, and ‘becoming Chinese’ in America

    By David Foote