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Sachin Umashankar
A Mother's Touch
Please click this link to read Sachin's short story! Artist Statement A matter of great interest and import to me as a student, reader,...
Tramy Nguyen
They're in my bones,
About the author Tramy is a senior from Seattle who deeply cherishes the visual and literary arts, but shares a complicated relationship...
Sunny Jeong-Eimer
Muriel Alejandrino
In Between Dilemma
“Naiitindihan mo ba?” my relatives ask. Do you understand? To which I always reply, “Conte lang!” with a grin on my face, proud of myself...
Zyad Sibai
Escape or Suffocate
TW: Story of depression and suicide. My resonance with the word “depression” rings high and loud during my lows, feeling like a soul tie...
Zyad Sibai
Matrix
An intentional masterpiece. An invisible scaffold. An algorithmic matrix. It’s everywhere. We don’t see it, we don’t care to see it....
Anonymous
Curated Copypastas
I have a morning ritual that I need to share. I call it "the terminator". First I crouch down in the shower in the classic "naked...
Anonymous
Bulls in a China Shop
He touched you wrong. You forgot about it. He touched your mind and stayed for some time. You saw him and the fire in your mind grew. He...
Dai-Khoa Nathaniel Tran
letter to grandparents
About the author Nathan (he/him) is the son of two Vietnamese refugees who likes to make bad jokes and write uplifting speeches. As you...
Kirby Lam
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About the author Kirby is a junior from Monterey Park, a diasporic community molded through the intersections of war, immigration, and...
Kirby Lam
Mask Off
About the author Kirby is a junior from Monterey Park, a diasporic community molded through the intersections of war, immigration, and...
Kirby Lam
To mama
About the author Kirby is a junior from Monterey Park, a diasporic community molded through the intersections of war, immigration, and...
Kirby Lam
Days in a Week
About the author Kirby is a junior from Monterey Park, a diasporic community molded through the intersections of war, immigration, and...
Saomai Phuong Nguyen
Morning Star
SAOMAI My first school assignment was in kindergarten. My task was to go home and ask my parents about the meaning of my name. They...
Brendan Ly
Stop Looking
The boy stood watching, his feet shaking slightly, but his eyes entranced by what lay before him. Sweat streamed down his face as another...
Anonymous
Memoir: Chicken Feet
I don’t remember much about my biological father; what little I know about him are gathered from old childhood photos hidden away in a...
Anonymous
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“When an Australian girl wants to come to Vancouver for Exchange, she’s assuming that she’ll get a Canadian experience. I’m not saying...
Anonymous
Palagi Complex
“Do you speak another language?” “No” That answer above is technically both correct and incorrect. While it is true that I don’t speak...
Ally Huang
Yinyaoyao
My parents tell me that in the car on the drive home from Costco I started to cry. Started to sing on repeat yinyaoyao, yinyaoyao,...
Kat Lin
A reclamation
By: Kat Lin I was born branded — cloaked in the dirty yellows of the Mekong, and smeared with the reds of revolution. Histories I still...
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