April 1, 1995

Prayers to Buddha

By Priscilla Lee

You are the sun that rises above water the jade buried in stone a woman who gives birth to sons My grandmother reads from the almanac of life tucked under […]

April 1, 1995

Cauldron

By Marilyn Chin

Gerneralissimo Yuan Shih Kai, your horse went mad. He danced a ribbon around the character named "chaos." Oh grand master, won't you let the light in, this human destiny, scroll […]

April 1, 1995

The Colonial Language Is English

By Marilyn Chin

Heaven manifests its dualityMy consciousness on earth is two-foldMy parents speak with two tonguesMy mother's tongue is ToisanMy father's tongue is CantoneseThe colonial language is EnglishI and thou, she and […]

April 1, 1995

Midwife

By Priscilla Lee

Sunday night in the living room my grandmother reads The Chinese Times with a cracked magnifying glass and one lamp. She does this every Sunday when my mother and the […]

April 1, 1995

Naked

By Timothy Liu

  1.   A View Of The Garden Do we need alibis? I broke the vase into four rivers. Forgive me. Near the brook, a sweet theatrical rose. Loud. Distracted. […]

April 1, 1995

Emperor

By Ha Jin

We were playing horse ride in the afternoon on Main Street, which was a noncombat zone for the boys in Dismount Fort. The fourteen of us were in two groups. […]

April 1, 1995

Dreams

By Marie G. Lee

He was a man—an ordinary man except for his ability to glean the secrets of life in his dreams. His dreams were as vivid and clear as a river in […]