Watercolor and Chinese Ink — Lindsay Erdman

  Click Images to Enlarge     *** Lindsay Erdman is a Toronto native who is also an educator, musician and artist. She has been developing her skills in all three of these… Continue reading →

Girls with Fishes — Thao Nguyen

*** Portrait painter Thao Nguyen studied painting at Ho Chi Minh University of Fine Art. She is creating a project of capturing random portraits through her way of living, traveling, and meeting random… Continue reading →

The Seashell — z.m. quỳnh

  March, 2015, San Jose, California Bà Ngoại’s hypnotic song fills the darkness of the room, echoing through the small chamber of the seashell. I pull it close to my head, nestling my… Continue reading →

“Book of Secrets, Chapter 1, Page 7” — Coco Owen

(Shane Guffogg, oils, 2006)   “A courier came into the outer office with an urgent cable for my boss.” (Ellsberg, p. 7) Is a secret concealed in these layers of paint, these layers… Continue reading →

untitled letter by Nhã Thuyên, trans. Kaitlin Rees

“untitled letter” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication. thư không mưa đêm co thắt họng những… Continue reading →

from THE SINGING GERUNDS — Stephanie Anderson

04.22.14 Noodle soup for breakfast & pan flutes he tells me his early sightings hot & hotter today new bites on my knees moon on blue like a stray slip of cloud sheets… Continue reading →

8 Paintings and Drawings — Vu Tran

  *** Growing up messing with pencils and papers, Vu Tran developed a passion for fine arts. He decided to focus on his talent for painting when he was 17. Three years later,… Continue reading →

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 →