About five years ago, I watched Susan Lieu perform her one-woman show, 140LBS: How Beauty Killed My Mother as part of the Center for Asian American Media’s CAAMFest in...

I've always had this story in my heart. I left the refugee camp when I was five years old, and I just remember glimpses of things that happened at...

I have been trying to think about the ways in which the everyday engagements with these objects—and in many ways we think of them as feminized and thus degraded...

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Among unconventional themes, the expression of pain in Lynh Bacardi’s work—the greatest depth of despair in lives of the social margins manifested—sheds light on what otherwise can be invisible...

Tiếng Việt chấm tôi: mi là người Việt.

The Vietnamese language punctuates me: you are a Viet person.

It’s true, you can’t block the path of a bulldozer. My father said it’s because a bulldozer doesn’t have feelings.

A curse crashed into the town’s shores.

The running thread throughout the selected works as addressing boundaries and borders, what’s considered in and out of a state, the inner and outer, and the private and public...

Ban đầu tôi định viết một câu chuyện chàng nàng.

Let's imagine this is a literary trial in which I was accused of the worst crime for a writer in my country—writing something worth writing about.