Articles tagged Bona Fide Relationships
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Coffee Diplomacy

By Nancy Agabian | November 17, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

A quest for Armenian coffee in the inauguration’s aftermath led one writer to ask, how much of ourselves do we need to let go in order to see ourselves in others?

In Two Days

By Siavash Saadlou | November 13, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Shayan closed his eyes and played for a couple of minutes. His touch was impeccable. His timing was flawless. His body movements were graceful. He ended on a C flat with his eyes still closed.’

All Over the Place

By Hazem Fahmy | November 7, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘A week before I graduate, I round up all my femme clothes / and stuff them in the Savers plastic bag / I’d gotten them in.’

So blonde

By Leah Silvieus | October 31, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Mine: thick & black, so coarse / when trimmed, the ends splintered / bare feet.’

Corona Halal Meats

By Bushra Rehman | October 13, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

The masjid wasn’t even close to finished, but our fathers were starting from the top and were building their way down.

The Paperless “Palestinian” and the Russian P’liceman

By Phil Metres | October 11, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

The feeling of being claimed is halfway to feeling home, even if on the inside I’ve often felt like I didn’t quite belong.

Process Questions: Two Poems by Karthik Purushothaman

By Karthik Purushothaman | October 10, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Which poem can defeat / the fear of dying / a meaningless death / and how to write that poem / staring into the barrel?’

JFK Airport

By Celina Su | September 26, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘As if I could get un-situated / this airport a bubble hovering / in a void between celestial bodies / in but not of / the country I stand in.’

All My Grandmother’s Birds

By Moez Surani | September 26, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘I ventured out one morning and, from the lawn, I stared at all of the green beaks. I tried to count all of them but there were more buried, slumbering birds in our garden than I knew numbers for. And I remembered how in winter they left us and the air was so quiet and empty.’

Bona Fide Relationships

By AAWW | September 26, 2017 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

Through stories, essays, and poems, writers imagine new narratives that speak to Trump’s Muslim ban

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