Articles tagged love
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Magic / Dawn: Two Poems by Sahar Romani

By Sahar Romani | February 21, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘First memory of English: my father orders spaghetti from a waitress. / Foreign flowers blossom in his mouth and I’m spellbound in Urdu. // On Friday afternoons, cars spill across a bleached suburb. / Not far from the mosque, look! Crooked lines of devout Urdu.’

“mothers and fathers”

By Irene Hsu | January 17, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘how to write a thank you letter / how to write a sorry letter. how to write / a letter saying please i’d love / my money back, or haven’t i given / you enough? how to write i love / you i love / you and isn’t that / enough?’

Lives You Never Had: Two Poems by Tyler Tsay

By Tyler Tsay | May 3, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop
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‘the games you played as a child: / cracks breaking bones with every step. alive because / that’s your job.’

Ochazuke

By Mike Fu | April 8, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘He doubts he has the capacity to uproot himself and start over in a foreign land at this age. But times of war and revolution have a tendency to embolden the meek, to electrify the confident.’

Edge of a Time Zone: Two Poems by Ae Hee Lee

By Ae Hee Lee | March 8, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

You said you were an ant, eyes frozen / on an indigo wave looming over the world. / (You reset every time / you move forward.)

Ghost Forest

By Pik-Shuen Fung | March 4, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Say, I’m here, Dad, my mom said. I’m here, Dad, I said. You have to say it louder so he can hear you.’

What I Saw Through The Telescope

By Jess X. Chen | January 26, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘We are given a face, / which means we are given / a vessel of blood to call body, / & lungs–that know the alchemy / of altering wind into breath–the way / plants are always transforming / someone’s last words / into oxygen.’

Letters for __________you.

By Esther Lee | January 12, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘You brace yourself against the oncoming. But today the sea glistens like the fish you used to scale.’

Until the Red Runs Out: Two Poems by Muriel Leung

By Muriel Leung | November 24, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Match lit by a shadow’s curiosity. / Though I was not there for it, I still tasted their meat // and their marrow held a sweetness.’

Rajiv Mohabir: Two Poems

By Rajiv Mohabir | August 18, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

“in the jungle they hide until / the seekers, bearing lime leaves jail / them in the silver night.”

An Unlonely Land: Two Poems by Chen Chen

By Chen Chen | July 21, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

When did I first realize my parents were not infinite? / That I could see the end of them? Past their capes & catchphrases?

The Last Living Aztec

By Lisa Chen | June 12, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Perhaps it was not what he did so much as how he put it. He insisted on “killed” not “terminated.” He refused “vertical chamber apparatus” in favor of the lurid “pit of despair.” But he also called love “love.” What reason was there to pretend otherwise?’

The Clarity of Longing: Two Poems by Marco Yan

By Marco Yan | May 5, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

as if smell promises taste and always delivers. / Pleasure, when observed, wets into compulsiveness.

Canzone II by Eric Gamalinda

By Eric Gamalinda | April 7, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

I live inside this world that lives inside / me: in this dream, there is nowhere to hide.

Then I Was Blue

By Rowan Hisayo Buchanan | April 1, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

One night, I said, I wish I could tattoo myself onto you.

Aubade for Winter

By Sandra Lim and Aimee Nezhukumatathil | March 10, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

I went to see what people are really like / in a thousand human ways.

To Walk the Gauntlet of Fire: Remembering a Mentor

By Kanya D'Almeida | May 14, 2014 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

A former student recalls the ups-and-downs of Ho’s cult of personality.

Brother-life by Akhil Sharma

By Akhil Sharma | April 7, 2014 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

“While a part of me was glad I wasn’t like my brother, no part of me wished to be more fortunate than my mother.”

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