In the Philippines, though not enshrined in the official constitution, you are required to pay your class treasurer—for whatever amount agreed upon—if you speak a sliver of Filipino. Slipping out even the smallest word of a particular thing you forgot to translate was unforgivable, even by accident. I can guarantee, maybe eighty-five percent, that most … Continue reading Meet Our New Intern: Zie Madayag →

When I was a child, my mom used to have me write short stories like I was training for a marathon, running endless miles around the figurative track. Here is how it went: she would tell me to go write something, I would run off with some paper, and return with a sloppy fable about … Continue reading Meet Our New Intern: Dia Manoj →

I GRIEVED ON MY WEDDING NIGHTby Michael McKeown Bondhusand told my first husband that it was just the muchness of it:job accepted, grad school donea move to New Jersey in the works,and now, suddenly, thislogical decision—seven years together,I loved him, sure,the way you love a person you’ve lived with leanly,both of you there and kind, sharing modest hobbies, youngenough to fuck without planning it. Tears came fast and unexplained.He’d always been nice and easy, a comfort food my inner child could keepdown. My regret sat in the hotel corridortrying to explain, every word hittingthe door...

Looking at Hong Kong, what do you see? A city of neon lights and nightlife, one of the “Four Asian Tigers,” a place with over a century of history marked by colonial rule and war, or the birthplace of so-called Chinese culture and cinema? A jumble of terms has woven a dazzling cage around Hong … Continue reading Sundress Reads: Review of Horizon Hong Kong: Selected Stories →

The earliest stories I absorbed were variations of Korean folktales and myths from my parents. We don’t have heirlooms or gold, but we do have stories. There’s a story about a prankish frog who always does the opposite of what his mother tells him to do. When the mother frog falls ill, she asks her … Continue reading Meet Our New Intern: Corina Yi →

Partial Autobiography in Three Parts I.Once a daisy was a microphone, and I sang into its petaled star. I had a knack for hiding in the pantry with my