I am the sorrow of the perpetual outsider, Carried on through centuries of pain. Still hearing the echoes of souls once silenced, From signs that read, “No Indians, Chinese, or …
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.
“Forgiveness” by Mark Sakamoto at Arts Club Theatre Company (January 12-February 12, 2023)
ARTS CLUB THEATRE COMPANY ANNOUNCES CAST AND CREATIVE TEAM FOR FORGIVENESS By Mark Sakamoto Stage adaptation by Hiro Kanagawa A joint production with Theatre Calgary (Calgary) January 12–February 12, 2023 (Media …
Leaving the city of towers and green spaces, the waves crash against rocks, Lake Huron, wind slices into water as it does in the Pacific. The water moves with the …
On the first day, Yohan flies into Bergen in pursuit of the defector, and after taking a cab into the city, he walks to the small fourth-floor lodging he rented, …
Raymond K. Nakamura writes, draws cartoons, and develops fun learning opportunities about science and Japanese Canadian history and culture, when he is not washing the dishes, walking the dog, …
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Fireflies were always quite nice to see, for they glowed ever so brightly With beauty comes vulnerability. But people took advantage and trapped them in jars. So that they could …
On Halloween night, my stubborn, nostalgic father clunked out his bashed-up trunk, nodded to my dragon-signed son. Swiftly, they dressed up in their favorite costumes and headed for China Town: …
Millennium gate. Snow, dirtied, clots curbs. Cars drift: junks over Pender; Huangpu runs in asphalt, shimmering with Pacifc brine. Street lamps fooding red, imperial in the half-light, ficker hidden dragons …
The chipped wooden cane of my century-old grandmother beats haphazardly against the damp asphalt drumming to a history of broken dreams fossilized by grey-black gum chewed by absent ancestors. A …