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Allan Cho

hastings park, 1942

by Allan Cho

white men in white stroll through the green and pay no heed to the japanese canadian boys peering through the gaps in the high wire fence clink the ball rolls …

Communion

by Allan Cho

I knew my Lola only from second-hand tales; by the time she had wifi in her village, I was a stranger on facetime. By then, she could not recognize her …

Yann Arthus-Bertrand wants you to know that the earth speaks to you in shapes, colors, and metaphors. The hearts of Voh and Hardy Reef scream, I love you. The caravans …

Models of Migration

by Allan Cho

Sugar ants from sunset bring bad luck reflected in aged mirrors; troubles echoed in hoarse bells inside whitewashed temple domes; debts that inhabit the marrow of history; hunger that live …

Don’t Leave Us Here

by Allan Cho

As living parents, more time is all we want, while in death, time is all we have. We spoke to Cynthia a week before the accident took us. She called …

Meryenda

by Allan Cho

      1. (n.) the ancestral home you’ve never seen before In the public square, there is a stage lined with Christmas lights. Tinny music blasts from a loudspeaker, …

To Make a Painting

by Allan Cho

The artist reads a book. The book provides an idea. The idea, entrapment, leads to a framework, a framework of thinking. Are we trapped in our own bodies, which we …

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