We invite you to submit your unpublished work to the theme, “awakenings”. As we enter the Fall, take a moment to reflect on how new seasons can bring about a …
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At the security counter at Beijing Capital International Airport, the agent checked my Canadian passport and asked me if I was born in China in a Northern Accent. As rehearsed, …
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 …
Recently Ricepaper Magazine’s Deputy Editor JF Garrard spoke with Vincent Yee, the author of the Clara Wu YA Fantasy series which was featured on The Kelly Clarkson Show and he …
“Tracy, can you pass the creamer?” My hand was already reaching for the tiny pitcher of whiteness when Vicky glanced sharply at Arnie. “An-Nee,” she whispered. “An-Nee. ‘Nee,’ you know, …
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 …
“You’ve got to line up there.” The airport attendant pointed at a flock of people waiting to check in. We were the late bunch, the timid rebels who didn’t arrive …
As my thumb hits “decline,” my body is lifted forward by the crowd. From the corner of Young and Sheppard, we squeeze into the narrow subway tunnels below. The stairs …
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 …