Seating Absentminded Drinking a cup of Chai It’s afternoon somewhere, Past joins me Now I watch and partake in this luxury I would accompany my “Ah NENG” to visit a …
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.
You my wayward ghost, ghost rider joyriding all summer appear at my stoop, knocking on my chest. You seek cash and a couch to crash You seek life force take …
Sun on my face, almost warm But the air still bites Not wanting to deny Winter’s slipping grip. Few trees are still bare, asleep. Crocuses bloom at their feet Trying …
briskets of Chinese cows bathe in Slavic red cabbage invasion, beet defeat the absence of home, diaspora resolves with tomatoes unlike people, 紅湯 cannot flee its vegetables root in …
As a magazine that has showcased Asian Canadian literature, culture, and the arts since 1994, Ricepaper has published a generation of new poetry, fiction, drama, graphic novels, translation, and almost …
Irene is a Mystic and Movement Guide for women of colour and allies. Currently based on the unceded territory of the Coast Salish People including the territories of the xʷməθkwəy̓əm …
I’m jealous of the students at Seoul International and how they practice second languages, the way they write and unwrite poems in English to learn how they fit inside the …
When I die at another antlike moment like this No human crowds would gather to mourn my loss Nor would anybody really notice my departure Much less shed tears, even …
This road to justice in our world is, indeed, a long one. But it is not a road void of hope. In her new book, A Long Road to Justice: …
It was forty-nine days after her mother had passed when the twelve-year-old girl noticed a heat from her chest, to her stomach, her head, fluttering, rushing, propelling her legs to …