when my mom married my stepdad signed a deal along with his sponsorship papers he brought into our house a local souvenir a shot glass molded into the shape of …
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.
kabayan ……..thirty-four years struggle for suitcase space ……..from the suffocating smog of a capital city ……..to the sandy slopes of an arabian kingdom class of 1999 ……..photo ripped edges blurred …
negotiates the smog and smear of my wide windows slick and smart and self-conscious across the hardwood Nobody will ever love this city like me Nobody would want to. – …
Born in Vancouver with parents from Singapore, Shin Lim is a Canadian-American sleight of hand artist, who won the 2015 Fédération Internationale des Sociétés Magiques (FISM) in close-up card magic. …
There is a quality about Alan Yang’s film that lingers throughout most of the film, Tigertail, a realistic time-skipping film written and directed by Alan Yang. Where there often is …
I will always be faithful to my banana cue suki Whose name I do not know Whose face I cannot place Her features dart hither and thither Slipping away from …
Fingers on a dollar, slid towards the till Fingers take the dollar with its uncertain will Fingers on a pin pad, skin to the button My skin, her skin, …
just today I reminded my parents that I only have two more months of being a teenager. in further conversation, my dad, who argued that nineteen years olds are not …
……………… Sure, I would paint my skin Into a colorless colour, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but …
In the spring, I would lose my mother to gardens. I, smaller and graceless, would stay inside reading, trying and failing to keep sight of her through the window. Eventually, …