“On Girlhood” Featured Artist
“My approach draws from the Chinese zhiguai tradition, the genre of ‘strange tales’ that cannot be translated directly through the lens of horror.”
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Read“On Separation” Featured Artist
“My practice is rooted in the veneration of narratives as the truest markers of ancestry and lineage.” -
ReadIn Excessed
“I was the first cigarette, untouched out of a new pack, she inhaled me” -
ReadThe Architects of Almost
“I’ve done some rash, impulsive shit in the name of love—built monuments to things that didn’t last. I mapped out futures for people who never asked for permanence.” -
ReadThe art of losing & other poems
“Lose something every day — drop coins / from the hole in your pocket, go hungry / at school.” -
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PACIFIC HOMING
“老家 are the characters: old and home. Which is better translated as one’s ‘ancestral home.’ The 老家 is the place and community where your lineage can be traced.” -
ReadSabíduria: A wisdom, an (Indigenous) Knowing
“These words, herbs, and visions accompanied me through a monthlong spiritual ceremony of separation.” -
ReadOde to Mother & other poems
“I have hunted for Mother / Howled at Mother Moon / Pricked my healing with Mother Cactus / Touched my pleasure parts, the Mother Wound” -
ReadWhere We Begin & other poems
“to stay together means not to begin living / to begin living is a separation” -
ReadInside “On Separation”
“The writers’ stories stretch across continents and root themselves within the most intimate moments of severance.” -
ReadThe Invisible Fabric of our Connectedness
“LA was where I came to understand myself, and where I came to learn from decades of organizing and Asian diaspora history in North America.” -
Readcure & other poems
“unwieldy love ritual of spring- / time pushing golden violet into the sky as / trinket and incense, your voice / in my warm hand. Who are you / in your dreams? -
Read“I’m going to burp, Bonnie!” & other poems
“Our resistance—as dense, multiple, and multiplying as forests and old growth—must outsize these legacies.” -
ReadWhere the body don’t break, still blacks & blues
“The body is a lush field of shame plants. Touch the body and it folds. Touch the body and it turns its back.” -
ReadArtificially Unintelligible // Ad Nauseam
“A story that you cannot leave is a prison.”