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.

By Kristian Sendon Cordero
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Interviews

Muslim American women explore new paths to romance via technology.

Poetry

we dog eating people / eating off each other / bear the vaguely dog / sounding name stairs

Essays

Meena Alexander’s work shimmered with beauty but always—always—the tension of violence quivered just beneath

Interviews

The author of An Ocean of Minutes talks the terror of time travel, immigrant fiction, and capturing grief in writing.

Fiction

As soon as they touch your saliva, the filaments dissolve. Their structure can’t sustain the contact. The sweetness is the taste of collapse.

Poetry

She’s here to see us off. / Her voice is the softest ligature, unthreading. / Why are you saying goodbye to everyone except for me who raised you?

Essays

For a film that positions itself as a watershed in the Asian American rom-com canon, when tasked with illuminating romance’s political valences, Crazy Rich Asians pulls up short.

Essays

A collection of essays, poems, and stories by Asian American writers that trouble, expand, and redefine the space of the camp

Interviews

The poets talk creative collaboration, gardening, epistolary poetry, and the intimacy of sentences.

Poetry

i say i’ll be / dressless, skinless, curated / and pickled. i say i’ll give it / all up for a chance to be warm.

Poetry

치마를 까뒤집던 꽃들이 / 태양의 먼 어깨 위로 투신한다 / 나무들이 입던 속옷을 벗어 깃발처럼 흔드는 정원에서

Poetry

O whose chant do I hear in these halls recalling my deeds, or my debts, the structure / of the cancer room, a storm that once wiped Laos clean of sin a thousand years ago?

Interviews

The author of The Collected Schizophrenias speaks to the challenge of telling truths when writing about a disorder that lies over and over again

Poetry

Tonight, too, there are turning lines…/ I say I do not know, do not know.

Essays

The majority of Palestinians live outside of the occupied territories, awake within a paradox: If it is a demand of land that tethers us, what do we make of those millions of us without a memory of the land to cling to?

Interviews

Marilyn Chin talks bad girl haikus, pissing off your ancestors, and her new career-spanning collection, A Portrait of the Self as Nation.

Marginalia

Salman Rushdie’s newest, Marie Lu’s anticipated sequel, Khaled Hosseini’s illustrated short, and Emily Yoon’s sharp-edged poetry.

Essays

A personal history of race and the American outdoors, from Chicago’s Red Summer to Japanese American incarceration

Essays

With only the moonlight, we could barely see what we’d tag. All around my tag were faded names, names we didn’t bother to read in the dark—our graffiti forebears. One day, we too would be unread.

Poetry

Mythologies have their way of explaining the basic human condition: that there will always be some where or thing you wish to get to or back to.

Interviews

Muslim American women explore new paths to romance via technology.

Poetry

치마를 까뒤집던 꽃들이 / 태양의 먼 어깨 위로 투신한다 / 나무들이 입던 속옷을 벗어 깃발처럼 흔드는 정원에서

Poetry

we dog eating people / eating off each other / bear the vaguely dog / sounding name stairs

Poetry

O whose chant do I hear in these halls recalling my deeds, or my debts, the structure / of the cancer room, a storm that once wiped Laos clean of sin a thousand years ago?

Essays

Meena Alexander’s work shimmered with beauty but always—always—the tension of violence quivered just beneath

Interviews

The author of The Collected Schizophrenias speaks to the challenge of telling truths when writing about a disorder that lies over and over again

Interviews

The author of An Ocean of Minutes talks the terror of time travel, immigrant fiction, and capturing grief in writing.

Poetry

Tonight, too, there are turning lines…/ I say I do not know, do not know.

Fiction

As soon as they touch your saliva, the filaments dissolve. Their structure can’t sustain the contact. The sweetness is the taste of collapse.

Essays

The majority of Palestinians live outside of the occupied territories, awake within a paradox: If it is a demand of land that tethers us, what do we make of those millions of us without a memory of the land to cling to?

Poetry

She’s here to see us off. / Her voice is the softest ligature, unthreading. / Why are you saying goodbye to everyone except for me who raised you?

Interviews

Marilyn Chin talks bad girl haikus, pissing off your ancestors, and her new career-spanning collection, A Portrait of the Self as Nation.

Essays

For a film that positions itself as a watershed in the Asian American rom-com canon, when tasked with illuminating romance’s political valences, Crazy Rich Asians pulls up short.

Marginalia

Salman Rushdie’s newest, Marie Lu’s anticipated sequel, Khaled Hosseini’s illustrated short, and Emily Yoon’s sharp-edged poetry.

Essays

A collection of essays, poems, and stories by Asian American writers that trouble, expand, and redefine the space of the camp

Essays

A personal history of race and the American outdoors, from Chicago’s Red Summer to Japanese American incarceration

Interviews

The poets talk creative collaboration, gardening, epistolary poetry, and the intimacy of sentences.

Essays

With only the moonlight, we could barely see what we’d tag. All around my tag were faded names, names we didn’t bother to read in the dark—our graffiti forebears. One day, we too would be unread.

Poetry

i say i’ll be / dressless, skinless, curated / and pickled. i say i’ll give it / all up for a chance to be warm.

Poetry

Mythologies have their way of explaining the basic human condition: that there will always be some where or thing you wish to get to or back to.