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IN THE EDITORS’ preface to Aiiieeeee! An Anthology of Asian-American Writers (1974), Frank Chin, Jeffrey Paul Chan, Lawson Fusao Inada, and Shawn Wong issued a provocative “shot across the bows” aimed at the U.S. literary canon. (The titular use of the hyphen in “Asian American” in Aiiieeeee! reflects a contemporaneous, mid-twentieth century usage.) Noting that Asian American authors had been “long ignored and forcibly excluded from creative participation in American culture,” Chin, Chan, Inada, and Wong stressed that Aiiieeeee! was the product of “fifty years of our whole voice.” Accessing the racist stereotype of a “yellow man as something that [sic] when wounded, sad, or angry, or swearing, or wondering whined, shouted, or screamed ‘aiiieeeee!’” the anthology’s editors were very much products of a mid-century civil rights movement marked by calls for increased cultural...

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2019 Winner of the Anne Halley Poery Prize

- By Emily Wojcik

The 2019 winner of the Anne Halley Poetry Prize is Amit Majmudar for his poem, "Invasive Species," published in Volume 59, Issue 4.

Join us for a celebratory reading at Amherst Books on Thursday, April 4, at 7 p.m. Free and open to the public.

Amit Majmudar's next books are Soar: A Novel and Kill List: Poems. His most recent book is Godsong: A Verse Translation of the Bhagavad-Gita, with Commentary. He has served as Ohio's first Poet Laureate and works as a diagnostic nuclear radiologist in Westerville, OH, where he lives with his wife and three...

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8 Questions for Jia Sung

- By Emily Wojcik

Tell us about one of the first pieces you created.
As a child I loved making drawings of foxes and animals. We had this series of nonfiction books for kids, Eyewitness Books, and I would sit down and copy the art in them.

What artist(s) or works have influenced the way you work now?
Some of my favorite artists right now are Maria Berrio, Belkis Ayón, Catalina Ouyang. Many of my aesthetic references pull from Chinese ink painting and Japanese print traditions, medieval art, Himalayan religious art, Mughal miniatures… I love the use of flat space, the rich universe suggested in every composition.

What other professions have you worked in?
Publishing, education, artist assistant. Currently I am...

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10 Questions for Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello

- By Abby MacGregor

He remembers having to kneel on a chair and brace
one hand against the kitchen table to steady himself,
the other dipping into the aquarium.
from “Opening the Palm”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4)

Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
One of my earliest poems was about a dog named Bosco who visited residents in local nursing homes. I can still recall Bosco, with his golden fur and red-and-white bandana.

What writer(s) or works have influenced the way you write now?
There are too many to name. So much praise must go to the poets Ai, Aimee Nezhukumathil, Don Mee Choi, Sun Yung Shin, and E.J. Koh, in whose work I continue to recognize wild possibilities for poetry. Ron...

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10 Questions for Raena Shirali

- By Abby MacGregor

               Up here, you’re just flecks
in the emerald. Which I’d never say
to hurt you. I’m saying a hundred bodies
running through a field chasing one
wind-whipped mustard sari—
—from “the mountains speak to the village”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4)


Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
One of the oldest poems in GILT,The Downing,” comes from an undergraduate poetry course I took with the extraordinary poet and educator Emily Rosko. One of poem’s craft approaches is anaphora, a tool I...

Our America

Our America: All Life's Matter

- By Marya Zilberberg

Ever since the walk that Saturday, the modest but set-with-care-into-the-lawn homemade sign has haunted me, its simple black font on a rectangle of white foam core. I couldn't believe what I had seen, didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

It stood in my neighbors’ yard, the same neighbors who on the day following the election had raised a flag, a thin white polyester rag with blue letters spelling the name of the winner. It stayed there for a few months, but had to come down, its cheap cloth and flimsy manufacturing no match for our winters. It was the same neighbors who on weekends collect crushed Budweiser cans and plastic iced tea jugs, emptied and hurled onto the sides of the roads of our small rural town out of careening pick-up trucks. They toss them along...

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