A scene report takes a look at one burgeoning but endangered arts community in Queens

By Jessica Jacolbe
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Essays

A love letter to the city that made me

Essays

A half-century of NYCs Chinatown history through the windows of the “Friendship Store”

Poetry

When the sky is falling / you must learn to / generate a force field.

Essays

What knowledge, beyond fluency, is required in acts of translation?

Essays

What does it take to strengthen and sustain the solidarity built in responses to crises like 9/11?

Poetry

In the gentle pull of the first light, / we hobble to stand our bodies / ours and wanting

Fiction

I should have studied their faces as they said goodbye, the way they smelled, the lines on their hands.

Poetry

I emerged a tether / -less, violent hiss // of becoming, staring winter / straight in the mouth.

Fiction

What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.

Poetry

But a summer that begins must end. / Soon, the rains are called.

Poetry

It’s no wonder / that so very few / survive / the experience of being / cast out / into the blinding light.

Poetry

A bridge has landed on my doorstep & a paper is asking me to leave / behind what isn’t mine.

Fiction

She remembers the rituals she had imbued with her own significance: how her ex used to bring her a single flower after every exam, and how she’d watch it wilt on her desk as she studied for the next.

Poetry

I’m not apologizing / when I offer my head to the leash // of your hands

Essays

I’m often the outsider-insider and sometimes a bridge.

Interviews

Looking back at 9/11 and the Fall 2011 issue of the Asian American Literary Review

Interviews

“I think if we can hear from each other that being a model minority is not the only way to have value, and that being the good child is not the only way to be a good person, what might that unlock?”

Reportage

An Oral History of New York’s Arab and Muslim Community After 9/11

Interviews

“I feel like my writing is always either at a micro-cellular level or a drone level. There’s this constant cycle between being way too close and things feeling surreal, or pulled way out and things also feeling a little surreal.”

Fiction

I turned around to check whether the llama was still there. There he was, as fluffy and clueless as before, lashes waving as he sat on a tattered red mat thrown on the aisle.

Essays

A scene report takes a look at one burgeoning but endangered arts community in Queens

Essays

A love letter to the city that made me

Poetry

It’s no wonder / that so very few / survive / the experience of being / cast out / into the blinding light.

Essays

A half-century of NYCs Chinatown history through the windows of the “Friendship Store”

Poetry

A bridge has landed on my doorstep & a paper is asking me to leave / behind what isn’t mine.

Poetry

When the sky is falling / you must learn to / generate a force field.

Fiction

She remembers the rituals she had imbued with her own significance: how her ex used to bring her a single flower after every exam, and how she’d watch it wilt on her desk as she studied for the next.

Essays

What knowledge, beyond fluency, is required in acts of translation?

Poetry

I’m not apologizing / when I offer my head to the leash // of your hands

Essays

What does it take to strengthen and sustain the solidarity built in responses to crises like 9/11?

Essays

I’m often the outsider-insider and sometimes a bridge.

Poetry

In the gentle pull of the first light, / we hobble to stand our bodies / ours and wanting

Interviews

Looking back at 9/11 and the Fall 2011 issue of the Asian American Literary Review

Fiction

I should have studied their faces as they said goodbye, the way they smelled, the lines on their hands.

Interviews

“I think if we can hear from each other that being a model minority is not the only way to have value, and that being the good child is not the only way to be a good person, what might that unlock?”

Poetry

I emerged a tether / -less, violent hiss // of becoming, staring winter / straight in the mouth.

Reportage

An Oral History of New York’s Arab and Muslim Community After 9/11

Fiction

What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.

Interviews

“I feel like my writing is always either at a micro-cellular level or a drone level. There’s this constant cycle between being way too close and things feeling surreal, or pulled way out and things also feeling a little surreal.”

Poetry

But a summer that begins must end. / Soon, the rains are called.