A performance poem written and performed by Tsen Ga Tsung. Yellow and blue, these very hues intertwined so tightly by this social glue To construe, my expected who Nah, my self in its whole transcends the colors of the rainbow Composed of colors beyond the physical Forget the white patriarch’s painting palette Cuz what I […]
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A visual art piece by Raychelle Duazo From the artist: “I Don’t Want to Be Closed Off” is a simple self-portrait in the style of a comic book panel. As a comics artist whose body of work is autobiographical and often very personal, I feel hyper visible as an API person and wanted to relay […]
A visual storytelling piece by Cynthia Fong. TRANSCRIPT Chinese word for ‘durian’ durian | noun | du*ri*an | [phonetic notation for ‘durian’] a fruit with a thick coat of sharp and unforgiving thorns. upon break-ing the shell, you find a soft, love-shaped center. you exca-vate the gold with your hands like your mother did, […]
A speculative non-fiction piece by Alison Kinney. EXTRADITION. Until the flight attendant delivered me into my new parents’ custody, they knew me only from photographs. One head-on, one in profile, with my name printed in English on a paper tag across my chest. Baby mugshots. All the papers were in order, my arrival signed […]
A visual art piece by Joelle Riffle. From the creator: Light Gold is a conception of heritage and genealogy as an ethnically ambiguous mixed race woman who has no connection to any of the cultures associated with the identities I claim or biological “ancestry.” Click on the images to move to the next page.
A visual art piece by Bishakh Som and poems by Vidhu Aggarwal THE-WORLD-IS-FLAT FRIEND Before ever having been stomped on, I had the character of a martyr and a slave. In my character— a terrible passivity. Tag it: a new species of calm. Pressed into service, there’s nothing to do but expand. I’m expansive, low […]
A prose piece by Sanaa. My mother and I are having an argument about the hair on my arms. It grows thick, long and casts a permanent halo over my skin. It grows against her wishes. “I don’t understand why you don’t get rid of it. It doesn’t look good,” she tells me. Since I […]
A poem read and written by Esha Pillay. Esha is a fifth generation Indo-Fijian who is searching for her roots in relation to the diaspora. She currently works in higher education in Boston, Massachusetts and is a contributor for gal-dem magazine. She also believes in fighting microaggressions, even more so than breathing.
A poem by Salwa Tareen. Salwa Tareen is a recent college graduate, community organizer, and writer from Kalamazoo, Michigan. As a Pakistani-American woman born in Saudi Arabia and raised in Canada, in her spare time she enjoys thinking of clever quips to the question: “No, where are you really from?”
An “illustration and invocation” by Sophia Terazawa. My grandfather was a Japanese prisoner of war when the first atomic bomb dropped over Hiroshima. He slept next to an open window that August night in Siberia. The following morning, he woke to a cell full of dead inmates. They had all suffocated on carbon monoxide. […]
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