it just took 4 of my 8-year-old steps to walk past it on the way to Chinese school every week the narrowest building almost an afterthought its deep green façade …
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.
Gung Haggis Fat Choy is not your typical celebration. Born out of the rich tapestry of Canadian multiculturalism, this unique event combines two seemingly disparate cultural traditions—Chinese New Year and …
Reading Joy Kogawa’s poem on the Evacuation, I suddenly awaken to the fact that the people I knew who knew her are gone. Grown-ups who could tell me of her …
Hakka Matriarchal ThreadsWearing and Weaving Hakka Roots: An Interview with Visual Artist Nicole Lau
Nicole Lau is a Chinese Canadian with Hakka ethnic roots. Lau is an interdisciplinary artist currently living and working in Vancouver. Lau held her solo exhibition “Home Kong” in Vancouver, …
The taijitu (太極圖) Taoist symbol is a combination of two interlocking spirals with two dots superimposed on them. When life is born as represented by white, mortality accompanies it as …
live in a city lucky for light eyed, light haired. fed instead on hospital hot lunch, newcomers stuffed in translation, apartment blocks, their children. every reserve disappears to return for …
When my father died, I stopped cutting my hair. In numerous cultures around the world, cutting one’s hair, shaving one’s head, pulling, or rending one’s hair is a ceremonial or …
So this is how it feels, ears an errant visitor amidst hushed conversations under the orange lamp whose glow glances your skin, shimmering ever so slightly. Like the kumquat in …
look at this rocky playground, where we scraped knees to leave them bleeding, then outgrown the stagnant navy blue and white uniforms, blown into different directions, flying away- until divine …
i twist the spines of my mother’s green onion stems products of caramelized trauma spun into salted relationships through my busy thumbs gluing her past to my present in a …