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The Asian American Writers’ Workshop

The Asian American Writers’ Workshop is dedicated to the belief that Asian American stories deserve to be told.

By The Asian American Writers’ Workshop:
#WeToo: About the Art
Harm and the Trump Era: Four Years of Reading
Introducing the 2021 Margins and Open City Fellows
Bookmarks: Best of 2020
The Best American Poetry 2020: Asian American Poets
Global Chinatowns: Histories of Resistance & Community
Press Play with Rajiv Mohabir and Kay Ulanday Barrett
Press Play with PEN America
Press Play with Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Rowan Hisayo Buchanan and Sujatha Gidla
Press Play with Aria Aber, lê thị diễm thúy, and Eugene Lim
Press Play with Celeste Ng, PubCon, and MIZNA
Part II: “I Am Deliberate and Afraid of Nothing”—Four Writers on Poetry and Protest
Part I: “I Am Deliberate and Afraid of Nothing”—Six Writers on Poetry and Protest
Introducing the 2020 AAWW Margins Fellows

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