These days I’ve grown tired of my heart, how much feeling it has required, and would much prefer to laugh.

By Meng Jin
Essays    Reportage    Marginalia    Interviews    Poetry    Fiction    Videos    Everything   
Fiction

People talk about the dead sometimes having unfinished business with the living, but my case was the opposite.

Fiction

We could only see Love if we did not look at it directly.

Essays

In this special folio, eight writers push back against the traditional ways of viewing magic in fairy tales to usher in fresh perspectives.

Fiction

Her teeth and nails turned to grit, and she became part of the earth itself.

Essays

Filipino American activists in New York resist invisibility and displacement

Marginalia

Read these books by South Asian writers that wrestle with established forms, narratives, and structures.

Essays

Regardless of who is in the White House in 2021, Asian and Black trans women will not be ignored or silenced. Even with a Biden win, the fight is not over.

Fiction

Since the new government promised land reform, the have-nots in your father’s village buckled over with joy, while the landed were bewildered

Fiction

She was a prisoner in this home, where death and decay had collected like a fog.

Poetry

we inherited sickly
 / roots our ancestors couldn’t plant / deep enough to
 / grow

Essays

“Kids have imaginary friends, right?” I ask.

“Yes,” my therapist says. “But they don’t have imaginary abusers.”

Poetry

Gas station glow past 3AM, the glassed look of a man who’s been sitting for too long, hot dogs slumbering behind a screen, their skins plump and pink.

Poetry

I’m starting to believe in small magics like / astrology and sudden rain

Reportage

A Muslim Hospital Chaplain Struggles with Faith Amid the Pandemic

Poetry

shall god taste / the sick / bodies also / singing / also breaking

Fiction

In the shelter of our happiness, his shell shone brighter and brighter until one day, it split open and crumbled into dust to reveal a baby, golden skinned and blinking up at me.

Essays

I am no longer striving to understand something foreign, or to earn some measure of acceptance or belonging that I don’t deserve. I am here, simply, to see the land that my family came from, to know that we have been here before.

Poetry

When I look back, I think about all the times Gatorade has let me down in my life.

Essays

Paragraph by paragraph I am piecing together the story of my Indonesian family—their trauma and struggle against colonial rule—alongside my dad.

Essays

Far from our barrios, mountains, and islands, we cook, so that we may practice swallowing our undesirable truths, acidic and blood-heavy.

Fiction

People talk about the dead sometimes having unfinished business with the living, but my case was the opposite.

Essays

“Kids have imaginary friends, right?” I ask.

“Yes,” my therapist says. “But they don’t have imaginary abusers.”

Fiction

We could only see Love if we did not look at it directly.

Poetry

Gas station glow past 3AM, the glassed look of a man who’s been sitting for too long, hot dogs slumbering behind a screen, their skins plump and pink.

Essays

In this special folio, eight writers push back against the traditional ways of viewing magic in fairy tales to usher in fresh perspectives.

Poetry

I’m starting to believe in small magics like / astrology and sudden rain

Fiction

Her teeth and nails turned to grit, and she became part of the earth itself.

Reportage

A Muslim Hospital Chaplain Struggles with Faith Amid the Pandemic

Essays

Filipino American activists in New York resist invisibility and displacement

Poetry

shall god taste / the sick / bodies also / singing / also breaking

Marginalia

Read these books by South Asian writers that wrestle with established forms, narratives, and structures.

Fiction

In the shelter of our happiness, his shell shone brighter and brighter until one day, it split open and crumbled into dust to reveal a baby, golden skinned and blinking up at me.

Essays

Regardless of who is in the White House in 2021, Asian and Black trans women will not be ignored or silenced. Even with a Biden win, the fight is not over.

Essays

I am no longer striving to understand something foreign, or to earn some measure of acceptance or belonging that I don’t deserve. I am here, simply, to see the land that my family came from, to know that we have been here before.

Fiction

Since the new government promised land reform, the have-nots in your father’s village buckled over with joy, while the landed were bewildered

Poetry

When I look back, I think about all the times Gatorade has let me down in my life.

Fiction

She was a prisoner in this home, where death and decay had collected like a fog.

Essays

Paragraph by paragraph I am piecing together the story of my Indonesian family—their trauma and struggle against colonial rule—alongside my dad.

Poetry

we inherited sickly
 / roots our ancestors couldn’t plant / deep enough to
 / grow

Essays

Far from our barrios, mountains, and islands, we cook, so that we may practice swallowing our undesirable truths, acidic and blood-heavy.