Tired, so tired, held up by fraying strings, she’d drag us through throngs at sales. We’d shrivel, she’d fume. “Service! I need service!” Clerks could never shush her. At restaurants, …
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Fiona Tinwei Lam
At the grade eight dance, they find you hiding behind folded lunch tables, seize your hands and feet, drag you across the floor like a mop. On the dance floor, …
All photos by Josephine Chow The sold out Henry Chow and other stories book anthology launch during University of British Columbia’s Alumni weekend was well attended. Marty Chan, Kagan Goh, …
By Ray Hsu and Fiona Tinwei Lam Ricepaper is pleased to offer a new column that features two poets exploring a body of work, discussing craft, exploring form and meaning… …