Heidi Wong – 2020

Issue 56 2020 Heidi Wong   you lose seeing the snow melt one last time. lose your corner room in the gray cement building,   lose friends, lose childhood, lose new york, lose him. you witness distance spreading   beyond distance. you learn distance...

Heidi Wong – clinton, from here

Issue 56 clinton, from here Heidi Wong   your scent appears in ribbons, invading my space like the shape of a stranger i could have known.   the waves of victoria harbor, its hysteric crashing, its hopeless rhythm, contort into a chorus of footsteps aching...

Heidi Wong – to be asian, now

Issue 56 to be asian, now Heidi Wong written during the COVID-19 pandemic   how godly, to be asian, now, and love yourself. a covenant of history, a scripture to our goldblood. to be asian, now, is to be the sun shining, also, shining, still, on those who both...

Heidi Wong – the starving dog

Issue 56 the starving dog; or, in which an anonymous user says “good riddance” to the international student trying to return home during a global pandemic Heidi Wong   watching him lick his bowl clean as i bite my tail off for food. believing him when...
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