Lemon Power — Mary Langer Thompson
It’s one of those fruits you can’t take by itself, can’t even lick its acidic tartness and tanginess with- out puckering. It’s a team player only, and for more than lemonade. Remember the… Continue reading
SKETCHES OF SAIGON’S ARTWORLD — Cristina Nualart
*** Cristina Nualart lived for 4 years in Vietnam, where she worked as a lecturer, artist and arts writer. She has recently returned to her European homeland, where she continues to be… Continue reading
2 poems — Teresa Mei Chuc
FAMILY after the war in Vietnam, boat refugees When they woke up in the morning, all that was left was the skeleton. The bones of the father. His flesh, not already eaten by… Continue reading
12 Photographs — Neyda Enid Moulier
*** Neyda Enid Moulier is the Secondary School Counselor for the American International School in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. She earned a Bachelor of Arts in Studio Art from the University… Continue reading
Embody by P.K., trans. Kaitlin Rees
“Embody” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication. Hóa thân Hắn mắc phải một chứng bệnh… Continue reading
HORSES — Kate Millar
He and She drank green tea in a Hanoi alley where a woman had just slaughtered three chickens. As the woman held the limp necks and plucked feathers from the carcasses, He and… Continue reading
Undeferred — Ted Chiles
We were in the common room of Russell Hall, a freshman men’s dormitory at our small Presbyterian College in Western Pennsylvania waiting for our draft number to be drawn. The room was dark… Continue reading
Tripping in Vietnam — Susan Fealy
(i) Saigon In Saigon, water is omnipresent; it saturates the air, travelling down Saigon River feels more like entering the sea. It smells of rain. After rain, lacquered altars on the footpaths seem… Continue reading
Artwork — S. Todd Wall
*** S. Todd Wall is an artist/educator that has spent the last 15 years working and making art throughout Asia while returning to his home/studio periodically in rural, upstate South Carolina, USA.… Continue reading
2 poems — Richard Olson
A Place Called Hope My grandmother wrote me in a letter once when I was in Viet- nam, out in the Plain of Reeds how she’d been looking for a map of Viet-… Continue reading
Oarswoman — Rick Silva
Firm in the mud, astride the timestream slip between darkness of Delta night-quiet and the brick kiln flare of full day, the dredging rigs have a line of barges waiting, and she is… Continue reading
Freedom is shriveling and consciousness has been assassinated by Phạm Vũ Văn Khoa , trans. Kaitlin Rees
“Freedom is shriveling and consciousness has been assassinated” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication. Tự do… Continue reading
Ridden — Jason Marc Harris
“Memory is another name for ghosts and their awful hunger.” — from “Apple” by Eugene Gloria It was Hmong New Year. Phang was thirteen-years-old, and Grandfather Zaj told his stories to the… Continue reading
FEATURED ARTIST — SUSAN DAVID
ARTIST STATEMENT I often think about the fragility of the body and how it relates to memory, my own as well as in a broader context. I am interested in exploring memory and… Continue reading
PLOW — Wendell Mayo
After teaching my morning section of first-year composition, I give my tally to Professor Gertrude Montbatten: NINE students owning up to misused possessives, EIGHT run-ons consecutively colliding in zany train wrecks, and SEVEN… Continue reading
2 poems — Sandra Kohler
MINDFUL Tuesday. Gray Tuesday. The day of which one must be mindful is always Tuesday, a day of no particular meaning, its minimal taste offered, water to the tongue, like the drink you… Continue reading
2 poems — Jonathan Travelstead
ADDICTION TRACT Because children’s coloring books teach us to find What is Missing from one of two similar pictures, I consider what was never there: Tonguing the molar whose pith- porous as a… Continue reading
landscapes & nudes — Mark Loebach
Click on Images to Enlarge. Mark Loebach spent years traveling through Europe and the United States gaining perspective and using art as therapy. The years of constant change are represented in his… Continue reading
THE YOUNG AND MAGICAL MAGICIAN — SUSAN WOODRING
That year for Christmas, their fifteen-year-old son asked for a magic kit. But neither parent thought this was a good idea. Brandon was too old for such a toy. The dad was embarrassed… Continue reading
DIALOGUE WITH GEORGIA O’KEEFFE IV: Feast For The Dead–Patricia Meek
Why do you weep for me? I am everywhere. 1. I whisper this epitaph through whistle bone on the impossible climb to God’s table laden with the gifts I’ve prepared deep within my… Continue reading