Poetry and prose
My adoptive parents had never heard of this genetic condition and consequently never warned me about it. Regardless, this was a tangible, physical phenomenon connecting me to my Chinese ancestry, whether I liked it or not.
Writing by Ashley Dawn Louise Bach
Art by Tina Lê and Helen Yu
College boy with
too much time, reads a page
of Marquez, thinks he’s a genius.
Now, a cold body against cold
Poetry by Eileen Huang
Illustration by Béatrice Bùi
A conversation between Sarah Gotowka and Carrie Freshour explores their shared experience of being transnational Korean adoptees, and their lasting friendship and sisterhood that grew after a chance encounter at Taste of Thai Express.
Writing by Sarah Gotowka and Carrie Freshour
“His nenggan had ignited and embers were falling. I began to plead with my father. My voice cracked over the “pleases” and my brother began to echo me, his words wavering. I looked over and noticed my mother’s white knuckles.”
Writing by Lianne Xiao
Illustration by Loren Yeung
"I realized that I couldn’t let my job define my entire life anymore. I had to do something else to sustain my happiness by giving myself something to look forward to.
Which is when I started to draw again."
Writing by Jieun Lee
Illustrations by Jieun Lee
Something like fear structured my feelings around the word
Philippines and whatever it was that connected me to it
Poetry by Michael Janairo
with femme fairies
Writing by shaina agbayani
Illustration by Mara Herrera
9th grade. That’s when I started to examine my own skin.
Writing by Simon Tran
Illustration by Keet Geniza
The first time:
I raised my question of my intersectionality
Am I Deaf? Am I POC? Am I Queer?
Poetry and illustration by Jessica Leung
then I will withdraw my dripping leg
and you will suck my curly toes,
cuz' remember yellow fever?
Poetry and illustration by Jasper Julia Lim
I am only knee deep, but after flailing helplessly for twenty minutes it is clear that I am drowning. It takes several additional minutes to accustom myself to this fact, for it feels like a failure as fundamental as forgetting how to breathe.
Writing by Nina Sudhakar
Photography by Saima Desai
photography and visual art
Every visit feels like the first
when your lola has Alzheimer's
Photograph by Rachel Evangeline Chiong
Hue Nguyen's poetic comic explores the internalized psychological ramifications of trauma from the refugee boats from Vietnam to Hong Kong and the refugee camps themselves.
content warning: trauma
Illustration by Hue Nguyen
For a grade 7 art project, Hue Nguyen found out how her parents arrived in Canada.
content warning: violence, trauma
Illustration by Hue Nguyen
Inspired by a significant 'first' for me: building deep connections/chosen family with queer East Asians.
Illustration by Loretta Miauw