Episode 1 of The Source

“Portrait of EEEEEEEEEE” and “On Disappointments in Music”

I am learning to birth pearls from a dull knife.

The faceless child took shape in the darkness.

How do we care for our children and the environment?

Tending to a garden in Taiwan.

On translating Li Qingzhao

Men love anything that shines.

An open call for journalism on Asian immigrant and Muslim communities

(siempre los míos son los ojos tuyos) | (always my eyes are your eyes)

Feeling invasive in Long Island

“You remind me of that woman I killed,” says Kenny, in one of his inspired lies.

On my way home, I ask the sky to come down and keep me company

You are Rapunzel fresh out the tower.

The climate is changing. Should our cultural recipes change too?

莫道不銷魂 | Don’t say I’m not overcome with feeling.

What good’s grief / that fails to earn resurrection?

I have never seen you with black hair. I will never see you again.

you lean into me as if to complete the fragment in/ my mouth.

She never forgave Maa for being the woman my father loved.