Issue V2.3
CategoryRevealing Histories: The Music and Scholarship of No-No Boy
“My identity isn’t Asian American. It’s not American. It’s not Vietnamese. It’s not Italian. It is myself and being OK with myself… finding an identity that works for you, which is just singer, mountain climber, scholar… who is just OK with how he looks and feels. It was very much grad school and now music that has led me back to this reckoning of identity.”
riksha issue V2.3
Welcome to riksha V2.3!
Okinawan Princess: Da Legend of Hajichi Tattoos
by Laura Kina
Galerie F Mural
by Joey D.
Typhoon Season, 1943 (excerpt)
by Isabel Garcia-Gonzales
I know the path well by now. For eight months we have been meeting on this day, at this hour, in this place. It is typhoon season and the path has been washed away, but I do not need it anymore. I know the maze of the coconut grove, the angle of the mountain behind the treeline, the curve of the stones beneath my feet. I can pluck the sound of Artemio’s calling from the rest of the tree and bird and rain sounds like a pebble from unwashed rice. I know how to whistle back in response. (Read More)
Dérive, 2017
by S.Y Lim
Bag Flag
by Frank Yu
The Hope Store (excerpt)
The day I first walked into LiveWell Laboratories, I went looking for answers. I had heard there was a new clinical trial to increase hope in the hope-challenged. I was enthralled. And what did I have to lose but my dignity?
After Uematsu Keiji
by Kioto Aoki
Homage to Caged Chinese American Waiter Sitting in Ashtray
by Nina Kuo
Sarah and Hagar
Poetry
by Samina Hadi-Tabassum
In the middle of the night
I walk out into the back alley
The sound of coal cars ahead
The full moon right above
There is no one on the streets
Just the coyotes and me
I cross under the viaduct
Then take a sharp left (Read More)
My Brother Deep
Poetry
by Samina Hadi-Tabassum
My brother Deep stands before a mirror in my bedroom
His long black hair dripping water onto the wooden floor
Watching him comb the tangles with a plastic comb
I laugh as I pull the knots out with my tiny fingers…
Jamie Dihiansan and Chicago Graffiti
by Erik Matsunaga
The first time you hit a real wall, not a practice spot, you get this rush. Like, “I shouldn’t be doing this.” Especially when you’re running along the El tracks and there’s the third rail, a train might be coming, and you gotta jump onto a roof. It’s a thrill, and even more thrilling when you paint something and get to see it from the train the next day. – Jamie Dihiansan, aka MENS
Neonkyo
by Joey D.
Teenwolf Bulls
by Joey D.
March For Our Lives
by Kaitlyn Hwang
Pending
by Linh Nguyen
Timeless Chicago Chinatown: Smiling Boy on Street
by Nina Kuo
Dwight Okita reads from The Hope Store
Dwight Okita reads from his novel The Hope Store, at Women and Children First bookstore in Chicago, IL on January 11, 2018. He also answers Q&A with..
Mars Attacks
by Joey D.
Waffle Face
by Joey D.
Untitled (Everything is Going to be Alright)
by Linh Nguyen
Supreme
by Frank Yu
Scholar’s Rock #1
by Qigu Jiang
Scholar’s Rock #7
by Qigu Jiang
Scholar’s Rock #4
by Qigu Jiang
A New Dawn
by Kaitlyn Hwang
I am the Storm
by Kaitlyn Hwang
Sad
by Frank Yu