Creative Non-Fiction

Texture, Illness, and Metaphor

Texture, Illness, and Metaphor

My introverted grandfather used a code to let my extraverted grandmother know when he was running out of steam at parties: fists by his side meant he had some energy; one fist in the air, spotted across the room, meant he was running on steam; both raised above his head meant he was finished and had no energy left for socialization.

Brown Girl in the Ring

Brown Girl in the Ring

Amidst all the swirling anxieties of the pandemic, I had almost forgotten I was brown. I had forgotten that the eyes looking out from above my mask were deep inky pools which so often failed to reflect familiarity and belonging.I had forgotten that, while my hands were gloved and hidden, my sepia arms betrayed my origins in a sun-washed and sun-dried land.

Notes on Abundance 

Notes on Abundance 

from LooseLeaf Magazine In 2015 I had a wild dream to start a publication for pan-Asian writers and artists, and that winter, in partnership with a bunch of equally naive and down-for-anything Asian creatives, LooseLeaf Magazine emerged. Like a lot of other grassroots...

(Un)masking a Poet as Plural and Porous

(Un)masking a Poet as Plural and Porous

Who “I” am is entangled with a host of others, not just other humans and their stories, transnational production processes, institutions of power, but also clusters of other-than-humans, including other animals, bodies of water, lands, and even inorganic elements such as viruses. “I” am vulnerable and plural because the border of my skin is porous and because in my psyche are lodged the thoughts and ideas of others.

Where Longing Lives

Where Longing Lives

I am not homeless in the literal sense and I don’t have the language to describe the home for which I feel intense longing. Terrene, waves, raindrops, bark, foundation, walls, roof, pen strokes on a page, flick of the tongue, tightening of lips, closure of the vocal chords, intimacy, trust, embrace, connection.

Thoughts on Community

Thoughts on Community

I think of all the times as a child my mother has sent me over to the neighbour’s with a bag of garlic, when they asked for just a clove. These acts of care, mercy, and consideration have been happening under society’s collective radar.

Sense of Touch

Sense of Touch

Chia buồn is how one expresses condolences in Vietnamese. Instead of my thoughts are with you or sorry for your loss, the term literally means to divide (chia) sadness (buồn). If only I could have invited others to hold pieces of my shattered heart when Ông Nội died...

Breathe In Your Surroundings

Breathe In Your Surroundings

Someone has cut the brakes on modern life. Car doors slam and trolleys scramble. The lips and nose of strangers are covered by a blue screen. Behind closed doors the bombardment of news stories causes the heart to panic. It feels as though the ground has been pulled...

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ROOM 44.2, City Rhythms
Edited by Isabella Wang

In This Issue: Yulia Aleynikova, Adèle Barclay, Cayenne Bradley, Chrissy Brett, Jewel Cao, Ellen Chang-Richardson, Zoë Dagneault, Pamela Dillon, Leanne Dunic, sophie anne edwards, Yabome Gilpin-Jackson, PhD, Sahar Golshan, Sarah Hamill, Alannah Johnson, Micah Killjoy, Hege Anita Jakobsen Lepri, Annick MacAskill, Heather Simeney MacLeod, Melanie Mah, Ngwatilo Mawiyoo, Loretta Miauw, Masha Nova, Lue Palmer, Sha’teiohserí:io Patton, Melissa Peacock, Amanda Proctor, Sindhu Rajasekaran, Lorraine Robson, Jessica Rose, Nedda Sarshar, Asna Shaikh, Sonali Singh, Nadia Siu Van, Grace Q. Song, Anna Swanson, Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang, Lauren Turner, Isabella Wang, Cara Waterfall, Yu-Sen Zhou

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