Cressida J. Heyes

Spiderweb   The chief of the Soda Creek Indian Band likened the area touched by the spill to a spiderweb[17]   *   I live in northern Alberta, home of the tar sands—a series of giant pits of mucky bitumen mixed with the earth in a way that is incredibly difficult and destructive to extract. [Continue Reading…]

Kimiko Hahn

In the Spirit of a Sestina   where she was drugged. She said she woke up naked   As in many brothels, the torture of choice was electric shocks   The jolt causes intense pain, sometimes evacuation of the bladder and bowel – and even unconsciousness. Shocks   After the beatings and shocks, Sina said [Continue Reading…]

MusingWith: Kimiko Hahn

Kimiko Hahn “In the Spirit of a Sestina” “From the Clipping Morgue a monostich sequence”   Cressida J. Heyes “Spiderweb”   Kyoo Lee “Raw Raw, Eat Your News, ”In the Spirit of a Sestina””   Wendy Anne Lee   Iping Liang   Keijiro Suga   Scott Thurston   Ryan Lee Wong “‘Everyone Does It’ Just [Continue Reading…]

A Lettre Correspondence: Ocean Vuong & Arthur Sze

Dear Arthur— Thank you so kindly for participating in the Asian American Literary Review’s mentorship program. I am so honored and grateful for this opportunity to speak and work with you. I do not have any formal education in poetics and what I have learned has been mostly self-taught via the abundance housed in libraries—so [Continue Reading…]

Prose: The Assistant Secretary

Varun Gauri The day began unpleasantly: my brother-in-law won the Nobel Peace Prize. I was sitting in the lobby of the Dresden when my phone rang. Rebecca asked if I was sitting down and then, conspiratorially, “Are you alone?” Apparently, the Norwegian fellow had asked Oscar the same question; and Rebecca couldn’t help but reenact [Continue Reading…]

Prose: Six Syllables: Searching for Home, and the Post-9/11 Metaphor by Angie Chuang

In Kabul, we napped every afternoon, a two-hour siesta that made up for the fact that we had risen before dawn with the mosque loudspeaker’s first call to prayer. As with most things in Afghanistan, naps were easy to enter, difficult to get out of.