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Spotlight: Winita Frederick
"Once I stopped externalizing my need to have my aspirations validated, I could put all of that energy back into the work." -
Spotlight: Seelai Karzai
"How can we wrap our heads around loss when it is an ongoing process? How can we find joy in the aftermath of or during survival?" -
Spotlight: Rukan Saif
"I have tried not writing about my women, my identity, etc., but that never works out. Instead I’m leaning into it, generating poems about deshi womanhood." -
Spotlight: Qing A. Saville
"For me, writing is intense somatic work; art is about restoring, playing, and opening up." -
Spotlight: Paige Befeler
"The body is one of the best ways to express yourself, existing within the push and pull to exist in its natural state or change to your liking." -
Spotlight: Nimarta Narang
"That is how the short story feels to me — tightly constructed narrative where details inevitably get shuffled around with some that get left behind." -
Spotlight: Mickee Cheung
"I can only keep writing and hope that whatever comes out reaches anyone else who needs to hear the same words." -
Spotlight: Mary Kelly
"A poem to me is like a small cat that curls itself around your legs as you wait for the bus." -
Spotlight: Lillian Y. Lin
"Writing is a documented journey of self-growth as well as a way to be seen and heard." -
Spotlight: Kitzia Esteva
"My work is agitational and energized toward transformation and hope—I build worlds deeply rooted in liberation and decolonial imaginings." -
Spotlight: Isabel Lemus Kristensen
"I bring into the room my family and relatives first and always. They are who have shaped me. My ancestors too." -
Spotlight: huiyin zhou
"Sometimes the most intimate and powerful work lies in the things that remain private and inaccessible for public gaze." -
The Chicken for Dinner
In this implantation there is thick blood / so red it sings to black, so viscous it could be shaped / in the hands like clay. -
an atlas for winter
how can I love like this, / eating the bones of the sun, / its corpse of light, its flammable horizons— -
On Inheritance
What if, when you ran your fingers along the embroidery, you could hear the voices of your ancestors?