A flash fiction about struggling to speak different languages and expressing gratitude.
When I falter even just a little I do nothing but belittle myself; ashamed of my flaws my hands become claws that I rake down my face at the thought of being last place. I think about what happened beforehand, how my father left his homeland. My parents…
The Fall of Saigon took place 50 years ago on April 30, 1975. An illustration by Nancy My Tran depicts a Vietnamese altar honoring a lost loved one. A poem by Julianne Le reflects upon the effects of imperialism and war.
An ember lights the shoot, then dies
The canvas is spread, waiting for the artist / No blade can pierce the bullet
But her gaze will.