Naomi Jackson, Karim Dimechkie, and Kaitlyn Greenidge talk about their MFA years

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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.

Essays

A Sikh American law student writes about working with detained Sikh migrants.

Essays

In 2017, we stop a deportation flight to Cambodia with thirty fathers, brothers, and sons on board. A few months later, many of them are deported anyway.

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

In prison, most relationships are transactional. Rey, for some reason, shows love to everyone on the cellblock.

Essays

I often ask myself what I am learning or bearing witness to by being here. What is in front of me and why. I frequently have no answers to my questions.

A fitting end to my crazy stalker-ish experience with Dancing with the Stars

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.

Essays

In prison, most relationships are transactional. Rey, for some reason, shows love to everyone on the cellblock.

Essays

A Sikh American law student writes about working with detained Sikh migrants.

Essays

I often ask myself what I am learning or bearing witness to by being here. What is in front of me and why. I frequently have no answers to my questions.

Essays

In 2017, we stop a deportation flight to Cambodia with thirty fathers, brothers, and sons on board. A few months later, many of them are deported anyway.

A fitting end to my crazy stalker-ish experience with Dancing with the Stars