Nukes. Bombs. War. North Korea. These are some of the words that Jenny Kwak, a 22-year-old Korean-Canadian, often heard when people discussed her heritage. Growing up in Toronto, she always …
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In the summer, our Parisian half-cousin hosted a lunch at his condominium. I didn’t go. Not because I couldn’t, but because he’d added me to the group chat hours …
I have a running list: I love the planet too much, I want to ride a moped instead, I think cars are ugly, I know I’m going to hit someone, …
Hello? Can you still hear me? You said you wanted to know why your family left you in New York. Are you calling from there now? I’m sorry, these old …
She is small and dark, a brown egg among a dozen white ones. At home she eats fried eggs with rice, while the white chicks eat theirs with toast and …
I do not mind ..my mother’s hair as she prepares dinner and it ends up ..flossing ..teeth, yet short, practical … with .enough responsibility ..to be genetic history, …..flitting, ……….caught. …
The first words I ever spoke were in Toisan, Cantonese; Ge Ge. Brother. I was calling for my big brother Jin. Two years later, my baby sister was born. Mei …
When her grandfather passed away, poet and essayist Mormei Zanke unconventionally honoured his memory – by writing about chop suey. This stir-fried meal of chopped vegetables and meat, all doused …
We are now accepting submissions for our upcoming issue centred around the theme of yearning—that deep, aching pull toward something just out of reach. Whether it’s the quiet longing for …
my dad introduced me to perseemons ‘Anak, want me to cut you perseemon?’ ‘Anak, that perseemon isn’t ripe yet’ ‘Anak, I bought 12 perseemon for cheap!’ trips to Henlong market …