winter 2021
Omelette
Aaron Xuandi Wang Two years ago, in the scorching summer before college, I went on an excursion to Yunnan to visit the land of Nuosuo, an ethnic minority group in China. The trip took shape with an invitation from Mahai, a 20-year-old Nuosuo youth whom I met through a volunteer program that sent teachers to… Read More Omelette
Introvert
Hannah So Hannah So is a junior studying Radio/TV/Film. She loves, loves, loves stories of all shapes and forms, and hopes to continue telling them well into her old age.
and i woke up in my childhood bed (after Phoebe Bridgers’ Funeral)
Maggie Mei-Yin Wong the one thing i’ve been doing ever since i was born has been moving. i’ve lived in 4 different countries, 6 different apartments all in just one city. counting all the college-related moves i’ve done, i’ve moved 10 times in my life—with an error margin of, let’s say, 3, just to be… Read More and i woke up in my childhood bed (after Phoebe Bridgers’ Funeral)
Ritual Reintegration
Xinyuan (Joyce) Pu There is “water” in my Chinese name and there is “joy” in my English name but I cannot have both in one name without losing the other; There is family (家) in a country (国家) there is no opening (kaī) in leaving (lí kaī) I cannot find the exact word to say… Read More Ritual Reintegration
immigration
Ginny Ip thrice floating around the sun a half-formed thing in rioting wind feet rooted here but headspace over there too dizzying to love anywhere from a distance. twice ricocheting between worlds a growing thing in planetary ring wilting here but blossoming over there a mass-made melancholy everywhere from a distance. once uprooting herself became… Read More immigration
Until Morning
Cindy Chen The face I wear is a porcelain mask, fitted every morning, painted with a soft, loving smile, glitter added to my eyes to make them shine, and dried overnight to make sure there is no water staining the surface. Each night, I put the final touches to… Read More Until Morning
Flying with Seagulls
Maya Jurgens Golden rays of sun crown the bluffs along the bay, and illuminate stretching fields of persimmon poppies that wave their petals at seagulls soaring free above. The waves below the cliffs reflect cascades across the brilliant blue, like the twinkling in my mother’s kind brown eyes when she first brought me here to… Read More Flying with Seagulls
On a text from my mom that I never replied to
Jiakai Chang “Jiadi and Jiakai, This is an awkward topic coming from your mom, but I need to let you know that one of your cousins in Taiwan, who is a junior in college, got pregnant and has to quit school and become a mom. So just wanted to… Read More On a text from my mom that I never replied to
Love, Language
Nathan Omprasadham I want to tell you I love you In a way That does not Include me But my first word was I and I Want to say I’m sorry But that’s also about me So instead I’ll tell you mama oyata aadarei So there is nothing between us, And the love follows suit,… Read More Love, Language
Moonlight Sonata
Stephanie DeGnore Mr. Langley checked in at 3pm sharp, just as always. He leaned into the open glass window to speak with the receptionist. She entered his name into the system and handed him a clipboard. “Why don’cha fill this out while you wait?” she said with a friendly… Read More Moonlight Sonata
