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We start off 2017 -- and Year #2 of OUT OF THE MARGINS (!) -- with emerging writer Rachel Dinh's essay-portrait of a mother and daughter, negotiating and navigating intergenerational gaps of understanding that will feel familiar to those of us who have spent our growing years witness to cultures-in-transition. With realism, compassion, and...
You motherfuckers don’t give us respect / So when I turn to my own they look at me like heck / he ain’t really Asian, much less Vietnamese / How do you think that makes me feel? ...
He saw the flash. It was very bright. But because it was so small and short-lived, it was imperceptible to his colleague standing a few yards away.
the color blue is the color of eyes we do not have
we push through what lies
in front of us
Adrienne Minh-Chau Le's "Letter To My Refugee Mom" is what the title suggests it is - a straightforward, sincere, moving epistolary spoken by one generation toward the legacy of sorrow and struggles of an older generation. While the events (war, exodus, refugee life) that Le's "letter" addresses have their roots in historic events of...
Sometimes when Christine lets down her hair, sometimes when she lets down her hair, it seems as if my nocturnal bloodstream were transporting private cargos of emotion across the pacific.
