planted
when will you see thatI amnot the virus but the victim.not the objectbut the owner.not the weaponbut the wounded.but a woman.but a world worth winning.courage walks on water,runs through roots,clings to youlike capillary actionfights against the gravityof the situationwhilesilence falls short.speak as if yourwishing to ancestral suns,looking to where you want to Go shout with your head heldhighand your voice stillstone. On Tuesday, eight people … Continue reading planted
letter to case 1963 of eleutheromania
and here we are again chasing you in the skies i didn’t know what you meant before this year was here the tears are more than i realize these eyes were made for horizon lines there are kinds of sunsets we can never draw they thaw my american dreams of being old enough white enough just enough of their rough hands led me there, there … Continue reading letter to case 1963 of eleutheromania
An Uphill Battle: COVID-19 Unveils American Xenophobia
While COVID-19 continues to fester and dominate the news today, another type of epidemic, involving aggressive behavior towards Asian Americans who are being held accountable for its origins, has spread alongside the actual disease. In the year, there has been a surge in harassment toward Asian Americans, as many have been attacked, spit on, and told they don’t belong. During a time when politicians are … Continue reading An Uphill Battle: COVID-19 Unveils American Xenophobia
february feels
by: Yin Fei i don’t hate how my mom insists on using a fine tooth comb to brush the twisted locks that have tangled my hair, how she tries to yank at the prop in punishment ever since the bearer split her heart two strands. i don’t hate the way she knocks my head like a cheap watermelon she haggled for so passionately at the … Continue reading february feels
to straws
by: Yin Fei u could tell from first glance i was concave.u were convex, clearly u took up so much air, sucked it from regions so i couldn’tbreathe so thinthat fine linebetween drinking and drowningi could telli bit downevenharder—but next time we met i wondered how much more water a river could holdif the mouth was a stream,i couldn’t exactly scream around u yet i … Continue reading to straws
i remembered that clay has memory
by: Yin Fei when we could never wash ourselves right.i knew when we picked at scabs of woundswith our freshly muck-filled fingernails and when each dent recoiledso that the prints and patterns left long legacieson that lustrous caramel complexion of a substance,i just knew that we had been cut until the craters caved in.i knew because the nimble fingers reminded me oftimes where we tried … Continue reading i remembered that clay has memory
THE PRESENT POET 