A sense of hauntedness pervades throughout the exhibition, as preternatural phenomena, as references to signs of former life, or as phantom flashes in multi-layered videos in Thùy-Hân Nguyễn-Chí's solo exhibition, In What My Eyes Behold Is Simultaneous.

What My Eyes Behold: Artist Profile of Thùy-Hân Nguyễn-Chí

A sense of hauntedness pervades throughout the exhibition, as preternatural phenomena, as references to signs of former life, or as phantom flashes in multi-layered videos in Thùy-Hân Nguyễn-Chí's solo exhibition, In What My Eyes Behold Is Simultaneous.

Magic As A Possibility: Jennifer Nguyen in Conversation with Vi Khi Nao

Watching the film Spirited Away when I was in my first year of high-school changed how I viewed the world. It was the first time I realised that magic existed: it existed in stories, in people, in the very ordinary and the very extraordinary.

Once An Island Home: Vietnamese Diaspora in New Caledonia

For Vietnamese kids who left Vietnam but weren’t part of the large migration wave to the US after the fall of Saigon in 1975, who went to New Caledonia, New Hebrides (now Vanuatu), Canada, France, West Germany, the Philippines, even Norway, we are like seeds spread by the winds that sprouted and learned how to thrive without anyone knowing what to name us. We are part of the Vietnamese diaspora, but we have yet to name ourselves.

In Full Bloom: A Short Film on the Black Hole of Grief

Filmmaker Maegan Houang explains that "In Full Bloom" tells the story of Cecile, an elderly Vietnamese hoarder, whose life is upended when worms open a black hole in her house.

Appeasing the Spirits Along the ‘Highway of Horror’

On 1 July 1972 during the Easter Offensive two Vietnamese journalists, Ngy Thanh and Đoàn Kế Tường, used a heavily damaged railway bridge to cross the Bến Đá River, which bisects Highway One between the cities of Quảng Trị and Huế. What met them on the other side was a scene of carnage: many hundreds of civilian and military personnel corpses littered the highway, the result of an attack two months earlier.

[Prelude to] Appeasing the Spirits

Her research focuses not just on the events of the massacre, but on the civilian efforts—spearheaded by the independent newspaper Sóng Thần (which my mother and father were publishers and editors of)—to identify and bury the bodies of the dead in the aftermath of the event.

THIS IS FOR MẸ: I’m a Mom

I had a calm come over me that felt so right, I was in my motherland, and I was about to become a mom. I remember saying to myself that no matter what, these girls will be my legacy.

Book Review: If I Had Two Lives

“People here,” he says, “still think Vietnam is a jungle—brown savages, an exotic Asian whore who you can’t possess, but still satisfies all your sexual demands. It’s burnt into the American imagination. You can’t change that.” In a quietly controlled book, it’s an unexpected moment of rage, where the author and her character lay bare the type of narrative she’s working against.

Textures of April 30th: Snippets & Untitled

I wait for something meaningful, deep. A lesson, a memory. But they don’t say anything.
201907xx_NEWS

News & Events: July 2019

Socio-cultural, literary, and political news and events relating to Việt Nam and to the Vietnamese diaspora. ■ News from the Diaspora ■ Two Americans sentenced to prison in Vietnam. One got out; the other can’t An ode...

THIS IS FOR MẸ: Dear Sweet Baby

Dear Sweet Baby, / I thought of you last night. / Your memory hit me with / A pierce and an ache, / And I sobbed longingly for you. Deep belly crying, / The kind that howls. / Three years ago today / I found out that after 13 weeks of carrying you, / I had lost you.

Once upon a mythic mundi: Five Poems by Lawdenmarc Decamora

who / deserves a perfect night, you in reverse / i will see us aged in reverse in Calauit Island / safari park the mid-resort of life upon life / quietly underneath

Not Everything Can Be Said: Artist Profile of Benedict Nguyen

The idea of motion does help me understand the sense of urgency I feel towards many things and the rhythm I’ve built around dancing and writing over the past few years.

THIS IS FOR MẸ: Arriving at Joy, with Ocean Vuong

The first time I read On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous, I got off the bus three stops early and cried outside of a 7-Eleven. So, when Ocean Vuong came to Seattle for a collaborative event hosted by the Seattle Public Library and The Elliott Bay Book Company, I knew I had to attend.

Textures of April 30th: Confessions of a Vietnamese Refugee

Yesterday, my history professor ordered me to stay after class and then apologized to me. “We are sorry for everything that we did. Vietnam was such a beautiful place with beautiful people.” I shifted awkwardly, unsure if this was the beginning or the end of the conversation.

Book Review: When Everything Was Everything

The displacement felt in these moments is like a gut punch, and I can feel my children feeling it, through my feeling it. They watch me as I read to them. I, too, am a refugee, I tell them. What a thing it is to be removed from a land, to flee from it, to begin again.