Poetry

Dandelions

dandelions my words my penonly hold them with compassionturning pages by Fitzgerald & Kaneto see the best soulsget caught in dualitiesblazed money, blood &...

Thet-thet-tha-ret-thaa

Kick up the volume and switch on the microphone: green light / activating my father's stage presence.

Notes on Dance

I learned how to dance from Cô Dung. She ghosts my skin.

American Inheritance

No one / is dancing, Thao.

Rice in Three Different Stages ~ poems by Melina Kritikopoulos

Harvested only a few weeks ago. / Slumped over and exhausted, grain / Lay upon grain, shivering in the / Nakedness of the woven plastic bag

on being chị hai ~ a poem by Kimberly Nguyễn

i am the eldest daughter of an eldest daughter of an eldest daughter