by Gregory Ng I love Asian America. It is where I learned that I could belong in America after coming from Singapore. It is where I learned about the resilience of immigrants and the children of immigrants, making their way in a country that did not want them. It is where I can look at…
by Alina Yaman I feel heavy these days. I feel paralyzed. Half a centimeter beneath the surface – that’s where I lie. The me of feeling, the me of soul, the me of action – I sit, half a centimeter beneath the surface. I swell with heavy and tragic and despair, I swell with love…
Anonymous Contribution This day happened before it even began: years of oppression, years of insults to women, people of color, to the LGBTQ+ community, to the disabled. All that hate. Materialized. Just like that. The morning after the election, I wore all black because I couldn’t think of anything better to wear. I passed by…
by Fernando Rojas There are giants that walk across the desert Prickly pear gods. Names spelt in grains of sand Like water, they’ve returned to the place They always belonged. These giants had babies Bigass babies tattooed with anchors and compasses. One part kept grounded One part moving North. These babies knew better than most…
by Joyce Guo I’ll be honest–I wasn’t panicked when I saw the results of the election. I was shocked, confused, but perhaps because of denial or because of my own privilege I naively felt fine. The powers of the president are limited, I reminded myself. Congress is not going to approve a wall, Trump probably…