The starchy taste of the Glico curry wasn’t too new for me. I didn’t mind the texture of the halibut, but if I were to do it differently, it wouldn’t hurt to go for a bigger piece.
In between bites, … more »
Cover art by Stephanie Quesada
With the upcoming LiterASIAN 2018 festival in September, we are excited to announce that we are publishing and launching the debut novel by our longtime contributor Vincent Ternida!
The Seven Muses of Harry Salcedo follows … more »
Barefoot
The organizer said, “Okay,
everyone gather at this place
at this time–pretend
it’s a birthday party. Then head over
to the creek when it turns dark;
there will be a small boat
to take you to the … more »
Summer rain dripped down, thinning the air. Although it was a warm day, the fried Chinese cruller dipped in hot soy milk made for a refreshing breakfast. The soup dumplings and hot tea were another welcome and complementary pairing. We … more »
metronome of knife to cutting board
a chorus of sounds
my eyes well up as
she continues without a single tear
down the hall, the piercing smells
overtake us
she hums and mutters
moving to her own beat
a small … more »
I didn’t know I was Japanese Canadian until almost four years ago. I was twenty. Growing up, I never blended the two words into a single neat term that hinted at my family’s history. As a kid, I probably described … more »
Chinatown Ghosts, originally published in 1986, is a collection of poems that Jim Wong-Chu wrote over a period of years. Some of them were later published in Ricepaper. I encountered Chinatown Ghosts during a visit to the UBC … more »
It’s been almost ten years now since my grandmother died. My grandfather came to live with us later that year, and spent the whole time fighting with my dad. I didn’t speak to him while he was there – I … more »
Tamagawa Kanjin. This was my father’s name. He told me that Tamagawa is Japanese for marble river. Such a conflicted meaning–marble does not flow. Other translations, jewel river and bullet river, are just as poetic and unclear. But … more »
I always had a penchant for doing things I wasn’t supposed to, especially as a child. One hazy summer, I was poking around on my mother’s silver MacBook, feeling quite clever for having cracked her not-so-difficult password: my full name. … more »
Newer Posts