What counts as a mother language?

By Christina Ng
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Poetry

映 with a skinny sun radical and 其 a pronoun/ pointing to who knows what.

Poetry

What if he just said the bird waited forever to alight.

Poetry

I am the world inside/ of every persimmon

Poetry

Joy is impossible to fake, they say.

Poetry

I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

Essays

그때 그 상황에 헌병들이 하는 말이 모두 쏼라쏼라 들렸다. | The English words of the police fell senselessly to the ground.

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Marginalia

An open call for criticism pitches

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

For a second, I imagine how it feels to inhabit a body people desire like gold.

Poetry

Kakolór pati kan álang na tulang nin tawó / an pigrunot na bagás asín ginibong puto. |
Especially when you notice the rice flour / that she uses is the color of human bone.

Poetry

where, fifty, years, earlier, lolo, learned, engineering

Poetry

My arms ache/ in the cereal aisle.

Marginalia

Juyon Lee’s work plays with light and distance.

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Essays

What do return narratives tell us about a changing world? As China has risen to economic power, a trend in Chinese American literature has emerged.

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Essays

As my math grades plummeted, my interest in trombone records skyrocketed

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

映 with a skinny sun radical and 其 a pronoun/ pointing to who knows what.

Poetry

For a second, I imagine how it feels to inhabit a body people desire like gold.

Poetry

What if he just said the bird waited forever to alight.

Poetry

Kakolór pati kan álang na tulang nin tawó / an pigrunot na bagás asín ginibong puto. |
Especially when you notice the rice flour / that she uses is the color of human bone.

Poetry

I am the world inside/ of every persimmon

Poetry

where, fifty, years, earlier, lolo, learned, engineering

Poetry

Joy is impossible to fake, they say.

Poetry

My arms ache/ in the cereal aisle.

Poetry

I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

Marginalia

Juyon Lee’s work plays with light and distance.

Essays

그때 그 상황에 헌병들이 하는 말이 모두 쏼라쏼라 들렸다. | The English words of the police fell senselessly to the ground.

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Essays

What do return narratives tell us about a changing world? As China has risen to economic power, a trend in Chinese American literature has emerged.

Marginalia

An open call for criticism pitches

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Essays

As my math grades plummeted, my interest in trombone records skyrocketed

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.