Monthly Archives: April, 2020

She sings to the fathers, Cognac in hand, / cursing the bastards (There are many, on all sides) / who'd taken down the country.

A submission call for "texture poems" from the Vietnamese diaspora, in commemoration of the 44th anniversary of April 30, 1975. We would like to consider “textures” of diasporic experience that have since been gathered, created, collected and re-collected, imagined and re-imagined, since that historic day in 1975.

Vietnamese Canadian filmmaker Carol Nguyen's short documentary, "No Crying at the Dinner Table" has received many accolades, including the grand jury award at SXSW. The moving film explores the layers of grief and what has been left unsaid in a family who share a part of themselves to one another at the dinner table.

The book showcases the joy of parents and children creating together, which is a positive opportunity to take advantage of during our pandemic confinement.

News from the Diaspora►Vietnamese-owned nail salons donate thousands of masks, gloves, more to hospitals►Overseas Vietnamese mask gap in counter-Covid-19 supplies►UL Vietnamese Student Organization member...

Our bodies like empty vases / Each in our own corner / Covering faces with hands / Each crying alone in our own hearts... Chiếc bình thân thể rỗng / Mỗi người đứng một góc / Tự ôm lấy mặt mình / Lẻ loi riêng mình khóc...

Kimarlee was a brilliant, unforgettable writer we are devastated to lose. She was one of three fiction writers in Kundiman’s first Mentorship Lab, which brought together nine emerging writers for an intensive six-month program. In her application letter, she spoke about the importance of community, and we count ourselves as lucky to have communed and shared space alongside her this past year.

You’d think the fell they monged would be / day’s cut, mountain ash & red gum, hard / lumber sluiced down the river named / Falls, over the falls named Dight...

It is very difficult for me to answer the question, “Are you Chinese?” The answer is long and complicated, and would only make complete sense if the person who asked was somewhat aware of modern Asian history.

Our bodies like empty vases / Each in our own corner / Covering faces with hands / Each crying alone in our own hearts... Chiếc bình thân thể rỗng / Mỗi người đứng một góc / Tự ôm lấy mặt mình / Lẻ loi riêng mình khóc...