I trace my grandfather’s hands across the atlas he never owned, each river a scar, each ridge a fist. He speaks in gestures I barely know: the curl of a …
Allan Cho
Allan Cho
Engaged in a number of initiatives in the local community, Allan serves on the board of the Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop and Vancouver Asian Heritage Month Society. He has written for the Georgia Straight, Diverse Magazine, and Ricepaper. His fiction has appeared in anthologies, The Strangers and Eating Stories. He is one of the founders of LiterASIAN Writers Festival,the first Asian Canadian literary festival and is co-editor of the anthology, AlliterAsian: Celebrating Twenty Years of Ricepaper Magazine.
steam, salt, pink crabs on their backs grandpa sucks the spit through his teeth splits the belly open drinks from the shell, announces this delicacy loud enough to reach the …
Ricepaper’s Executive Editor and multi-genre writer, Allan Cho, interviews PP Wong, author of the new novel, Slice the Water. A dystopian thriller, a speculative fiction, and a coming-of-age story, Slice …
Hosted by the Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop (ACWW), Words on Rice: Open Mic is a warm and welcoming open mic space for anyone who identifies as Asian Canadian or mixed-race Asian Canadian …
The other day, my friend sent me a video. Two creators known to portray black and white swans of a coin. In the video, they cheekily look at each other, …
We are now accepting submissions for our upcoming issue centred around the theme of anger—that raw, electric force that simmers beneath the surface or erupts without warning. Whether it’s a …
Jennifer Chiu, a Vancouver Hakka-Canadian filmmaker, traces her family’s past in Kolkata, India and explores the impact of migration on identity, family, and cultural preservation in Clan of the Painted Lady. …
in the garden with you dirt, food tell me what I can eat make that funny whistle sound with a leaf on rainy days we watch the storm from the …
On the lighthouse’s narrow stairs, my mother’s hand in mine, my children steadying her back, three generations pressed together in one fragile climb. Her knees ached, the steps too steep, …
From the third row of the brightly lit conference room, I watch your feet shift back and forth while Andrew lectures next to you. Are you nervous? Your hands wind …