Coming to college and basically having to make friends again gave me a new approach to how I see two things: authenticity and kindness.

I wake up to July, water-bloated on the bed next to me and I know, going home has never been impossible until now...

The Golden Age of Hong Kong’s Music

To end the guessing game, I’m going to name two titles: 1. Twilight. 2. Fifty Shades of Grey. Whatever your immediate reaction—slow rea...

What is a body but flesh and bone given life. Muscles and tissue bound together in a vast network. A thing to fear and hate and be...

"West District had a superhero. Because, apparently, superheroes were real. Min would get a headache if she kept thinking about this."

MAY 2021 A scream erupts from Max’s throat. He won the lottery! Well, the next best thing. Max reads the first words of the email again:...

Author’s note: I wrote this piece for a writing contest. We had to write the first chapter of a fantasy story. It could be about whatever...

Dear Asian Youth, All good things must come to an end. This will be my last piece for Dear Asian Youth as a member of the writing team....

My Journey with Food and the Five Basic Tastes

Dear Asian Youth, “Just like Daddy,” six-year-old me wanted to be an electrical engineer. My dad has been working with computers for most...

You don’t remember me. Why would you? For you, it was just another day at school. For me, it was the day you took my voice. 2017, my...

This message is to high schoolers to assure them that their worth is not defined by what schools they get into, but by their effort.

Listen, dear readers, there once was a story, Filled with magic and marvels and whimsy and wonder, One of trials and hardships, of...

This is the core of a diaspora poem. For me, it is a eulogy. Grief in every word. Mourning the motherland.

A letter expressing my endearment to Vietnamese coffee

I want to explore how moving around all though my life impacted my unique relationship with all the people I love, scattered in the world...

A letter about how memory shades our idea of the past, alluding to colors and filters that shape how we might remember a time or event.

A letter to my late paternal grandfather, who I only had the chance to meet once when I visited Nepal 10 years ago...

A letter addressing the earth detailing natural disasters of 2022, progress in sustainability, etc.

I don’t know how she does it. My mom is a superhero: the Wonder Woman of our family. I’ve always respected her. I mean, how could I not?...

Dynamics of caste and gender in the Indian Classical Dance tradition.

It felt like it didn't matter which supermarket I went to, they would almost always have hoisin duck as an option on their meal deal shelves

“it’s been January for months in both directions frost” - Kaveh Akbar