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Selected Publications

ENDANGERED SPECIES; ENDURING VALUES

Submit by Dec 31. 2017

Submit prose, poetry or visual art to our upcoming anthology about what keeps you going you in hard times. As a person of color, how does your heritage, history, community or spirituality inspire you? 

STANDING STRONG: FILLMORE & JAPANTOWN

Edited by Shizue Seigel

 A community anthology of prose, poetry and visuals by African Americans and Japanese Americans exploring layers of displacement in two San Francisco neighborhoods—migration and immigration, incarceration, redevelopment, and gentrification. The book was developed through Write Now! creative writing groups..    

IN GOOD CONSCIENCE

by Shizue Seigel

Vivid portraits of teachers, ministers and just plain folks who stood up against the mass incarceration of Japanese Americans during World War II. Who were they? What did they do? What were the consequences?  What transforms ordinary people into extraordinary advocates for justice and compassion?

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Selected Literary Journals  & Anthologies 

“The Beggar Woman’s Baby,” Eleven Eleven, Winter 2017

For a few glorious weeks during the rainy season, when water actually ran in the wide, sandy river course outside the ashram, my fellow American hippies and I could wash our clothes in the traditional way. As we threaded through the thorn bushes to the river, I felt wonderfully liberated from the hot and crowded confines of the compound.... MORE

“The Elephant Hair,” AWAY Journal, Winter 2017

“Today, I have something special. Only for you!” whispered Vijay, the young waiter at the Sai Anand, darting his eyes around the tiny restaurant to ensure that no one else had heard him. A knot of Indians chatted in the far corner, oblivious to us. Nonetheless, Vijay lifted his eyebrows to signal that he needed absolute privacy. MORE

 

“Of Christmas and Karma,” Persimmon Tree, Winter 2016

In the winter of 1954, when I was eight, I found out that Christmas meant a lot more than the spindly little tree on top of our TV set. Mrs. Gill, Mom’s friend from work, invited us for Christmas Eve. Mom and I put on our best outfits, made from Woolworth’s remnants, and drove from our working-class neighborhood to a nicer part of Baltimore. MORE

 

“Too Bad,” memoir, Mother of All Stories, Asian Women United, 2016

Mom hid inside her immaculate house because she was hazukashii, terrified of embarrassment and humiliation. She limited her world to her house, her secretarial job, and her family–my dad, who was seldom present even when he was home, and me, her only child. MORE

“A Well-Made Life," InvAsian: Growing Up Asian in America, Asian Women United, 2003

Not long after we found Jiichan, Grandpa, on the roof, he decided he was ready for a rest home. He was ninety, after all, and had a bad hip, and fading eyesight. Lately his heart had been acting up. Twice, Uncle Tak had had to drive out in the middle of the night to take him to the hospital. MORE

 

POETRY - READ HERE

“raw does not bleed,” Whirlwind Magazine, No. 6

 “One Woman’s Hell… A Gentrifier’s Lament,” poem, Poor Magazine

 “Souvenirs of New Orleans,” Whirlwind Magazine, No. 5. 

 “The Sansei Perspective,” Discover Nikkei

 “survivor,” Stone's Throw Magazine, No. 3