You fa ox fa, you fa ox gasea ahhh, how proof you?In catch I jump slap like a rack,my dradda hours, all sticks and pikes,& never once did you zoo-hoo.—from “In Which I Try to Leave My Husband, But Cannot Find the Words”, Spring 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 1) Tell us about . . .
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Meena bazaar looked like someone had swept up all the portside towns that ran from the Persian Gulf through the Hormuz past Karachi, Gujarat, and Bombay down to the Malabar Coast, scrunched all these crusty places into a fist and daubed the remains onto the mouth of the Dubai Creek, installed thousands . . .
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Tell us about one of the first pieces you created.As a child I loved making drawings of foxes and animals. We had this series of nonfiction books for kids, Eyewitness Books, and I would sit down and copy the art in them. What artist(s) or works have influenced the way you work now?Some . . .
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He remembers having to kneel on a chair and braceone hand against the kitchen table to steady himself,the other dipping into the aquarium.—from “Opening the Palm”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.One of my earliest poems was about a dog named Bosco . . .
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Up here, you’re just flecksin the emerald. Which I’d never sayto hurt you. I’m saying a hundred bodiesrunning through a field chasing onewind-whipped mustard sari——from “the mountains speak to the village”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.One of the oldest poems . . .
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I am afraid that all my ancestorshave gathered my words like birds collect hair from the deadfor nesting, an abundance of silence, whole spools of it ready to tetherme to the trees.—from “Minidoka Was a Concentration Camp in Idaho”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first . . .
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You know what we used to do? When we had a questions that we couldn’t answer? We carved them into bones. To ask the king. Will we be visited by sickness? Will we be visited by disaster? By harm? By evil?—From “Oracle Bones,” Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about . . .
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lately I feel I belongto a mind so big— many calling it sacredothers, loveor breath—from “The Older, the More”, Winter 2018 (Vo. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.As a college senior, I was lucky to be in UCLA’s first Asian American Studies class, “Orientals in . . .
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Myvaginawantstoknifefightyou.—from “To the Gentleman Who Catcalls Me Without Fail Every Morning on My Way to Work”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The Babysitter’s Club fanfiction. Well, they were sort of fanfiction. Being the only daughter of former refugees from Laos, I had to . . .
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From To Kill a Mockingbird, I learn the word “chifforobe.” My grandmother has a lacquer chest, a chifforobe, in her bedroom. She claims it is the only object she brought with her from Korea. —from “Heirloom”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.When I . . .
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