Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.

By Celeste Chen
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Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years

Fiction

“The ecology and economy of the region is under threat. This Transpacific Literary Project folio, Monsoon Notebook is for these essential, vanishing, and unruly waters.”

Reportage

Philippine Dance Group Kinding Sindaw Is NYC’s Cultural Warfront Against Indigenous Erasure

Essays

Two women write about imprisonment, one from the outside and one from the inside.

Essays

it was such a big no-no that I had this impression of dialects 方方言言 being like swear words, or haram

We are becoming hardened. I sense a hardness in the so-called liberal circles, artist circles, activist circles.

A collection of the six works of writing, translation, audio, and photography that nuzzle into different corners of this apparent insignificance

Sakit lelah aku tidak lain dan tidak bukan harga hidup senang aku kini || My asthma is the cost of the middle-class life I live now

một cây vải đổi lấy mười vuông thóc || one bolt of fabric for ten vuông of unhusked rice

Essays

I am buried by my own guilt and shame for a crime that impacted the victim, my family, and my community.

Essays

What was I when I was not quite in one place, nor in another, just in midstream?

Essays

A chapter from Year of the Rabbit, a graphic novel memoir of one family’s life under the Khmer Rouge

Essays

In the Texas prison system, my name is Chino. You will not know who I am unless you are immediate family or one of my few friends.

I forced myself to tell her to accept it and think of it as entering into a new theater. Turn it into raw material and endure to write about it.

Essays

This involves modulating my voice and accent so that I sound more Malay. It’s like having to work for my right to eat there.

having grown up using utensils she will never understand the comfort it brings: someone forming little mounds of rice that are pushed by the thumb into your mouth

Fiction

20 Thai Baht = 33 Philippine Pesos = 44 Indian Rupees = x bolt of fabric = y square vuông of rice = 15,000 Vietnamese đồng = 2,600 Cambodian Riel = 2.6 Malaysian Ringgit = 9,100 Indonesian Rupiah = unquantifiable sweat

៦០០០០រៀល! មើលទៅបង! បង្កងធំៗណាស់! || 60,000 KHR. Big ones! Look at them, sister!

Mamsa! Sitenta’ng kilo! || Jack fish, seventy pesos a kilogram.

Essays

The Buddha has been in this prison for as long as any of us can remember. He has always been here, watching over our Sangha meetings, sitting with us in practice.

Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years

Essays

What was I when I was not quite in one place, nor in another, just in midstream?

Fiction

“The ecology and economy of the region is under threat. This Transpacific Literary Project folio, Monsoon Notebook is for these essential, vanishing, and unruly waters.”

Essays

A chapter from Year of the Rabbit, a graphic novel memoir of one family’s life under the Khmer Rouge

Reportage

Philippine Dance Group Kinding Sindaw Is NYC’s Cultural Warfront Against Indigenous Erasure

Essays

In the Texas prison system, my name is Chino. You will not know who I am unless you are immediate family or one of my few friends.

Essays

Two women write about imprisonment, one from the outside and one from the inside.

I forced myself to tell her to accept it and think of it as entering into a new theater. Turn it into raw material and endure to write about it.

Essays

it was such a big no-no that I had this impression of dialects 方方言言 being like swear words, or haram

Essays

This involves modulating my voice and accent so that I sound more Malay. It’s like having to work for my right to eat there.

We are becoming hardened. I sense a hardness in the so-called liberal circles, artist circles, activist circles.

having grown up using utensils she will never understand the comfort it brings: someone forming little mounds of rice that are pushed by the thumb into your mouth

A collection of the six works of writing, translation, audio, and photography that nuzzle into different corners of this apparent insignificance

Fiction

20 Thai Baht = 33 Philippine Pesos = 44 Indian Rupees = x bolt of fabric = y square vuông of rice = 15,000 Vietnamese đồng = 2,600 Cambodian Riel = 2.6 Malaysian Ringgit = 9,100 Indonesian Rupiah = unquantifiable sweat

Sakit lelah aku tidak lain dan tidak bukan harga hidup senang aku kini || My asthma is the cost of the middle-class life I live now

៦០០០០រៀល! មើលទៅបង! បង្កងធំៗណាស់! || 60,000 KHR. Big ones! Look at them, sister!

một cây vải đổi lấy mười vuông thóc || one bolt of fabric for ten vuông of unhusked rice

Mamsa! Sitenta’ng kilo! || Jack fish, seventy pesos a kilogram.

Essays

I am buried by my own guilt and shame for a crime that impacted the victim, my family, and my community.

Essays

The Buddha has been in this prison for as long as any of us can remember. He has always been here, watching over our Sangha meetings, sitting with us in practice.