after Jennifer S. Cheng Dear Mom, ………I want to describe for you the snow. How white smooths the mountains into cones. How, in the evening light, the cones become islands, …
The man at the memorial hall had a kind smile. He swiveled in his chair behind the front desk as she came in, and looked at her over his reading …
The brass bell rang a welcome as I opened the door and the strong Arabica coffee aroma swept over me. A Horace Silver jazz piano solo was picking up its …
i smooth river leads to quiet winter dust on my fingers frozen, with stars in water, lantern fish in the wind. I’ve longed for herons in my sleep, jade …
Hollay Ghadery recently interviewed authors Wayne Ng and George Ng. Wayne was born into a Chinese immigrant family in Toronto, while George was born in China. Both authors share Chinese …
On my sixth birthday, Ma and I sat across from each other in the kitchen, waiting for Ba. Late again. Ma drummed her fingers with fury on our wobbly folding …
Sumaiya Matin: I really enjoyed reading your debut picture book, So Loud! published by Annick Press. It is a charming and beautifully told story about a young girl finding and …
We used to play ……..up the hill, bunkered under granite wings. I wander tall among ancestors now ……..footsteps buoyed on the breeze stone islets stay supine. ……..They beckon to me, …
“Dinner together?” the older version of me proposes, her red lips open and close, saying it clear and sound. “Our birthday, my treat.” She takes out the lipstick and adds …
We are excited to announce a call for proposals for our upcoming issue, centred around the theme of rebirth. This theme, rich in metaphor and symbolism, has been a cornerstone …