May

2022


 

Cassie Shao

"I dream strange scenarios & make animations about them.”

Cassie Shao’s short film, THERE WERE FOUR OF US, was inspired by a dream Shao had of being trapped in a room with three others, “trying to figure out a death.”

“It was really a dream that stuck with me because I felt intense waves of fear & hopelessness but also curiosity while the dream unfolded, even though I seemed to already know what was going to happen,” she says.

The film is 2020 Winner: Best Experimental Short (Student) at National Film Festival for Talented Youth, & a 2019 Winner: Experimental Animated Short at China Independent Animation Film Forum. It has been screened from Ann Arbor to Zagreb.

Six

Women, & Nonbinary Artists of Color.

Poets, Artists, Musicians, & Writers.

Welcome to the Hennepin Review.




SAREE TUCKED INTO HER WAIST & PLEATED OVER HER SHOULDER

20” x 24” // Oil on Canvas // 2019

MAYA

VARADARAJ

 
 

Maya Varadaraj’s work often explores the South Asian women's docile persona, as reflected in calendars, advertisements & illustrations…Her dislocation & masking of women from these prescribed domestic settings & responsibilities, liberate them from servitude & inscribe new meaning around convention.”

— [Source]

Mother is Sleeping, Child, Mother Has Taken The Nap of Death.

Creative Nonfiction

Sloane Angelou

Shaved heads.

Kin women sitting half naked under the sun.

We dug a grave in her private quarters.

Turned her room into a burial ground.

Sloane Angelou

Peanut Butter &

Ayat Al-Kursi

Sagirah Shahid

When I broke my fast peanut butter performed a minor exorcism.

Sagirah Shahid


“Women breaking kola nuts without pushback. Red clothes tied to furniture. My mother's body laid down upon a center table in her father's living room.”

Sloane Angelou



He beat that woman while he was alive, once a week or so & as he grew older it became less frequent & unspoken, like an open secret, once a month then once every other month, then occasionally once a year he would throw something at her, until he died. Yet she loved him with a fearful devotion.”

Sloane Angelou

The Weighted Line

Flash Nonfiction

Victoria Buitron

 

My mother grabs the scraps left behind by others. There are creased bottles, skinny bottle caps, lime floss picks, broken sporks, diapers, makeup-sweated masks. She repeats the same words in Spanish every time she finds a new object: Es que no entiendo.

Victoria Buitron

 

I'm a Pair of Disposable Chopsticks Waiting for You at a Japanese Restaurant

FLASH FICTION

Monica Wang

 

Well, you’re tottemo kirei. It means very beautiful, he says. He asks where she’s from & tells her about the Asian countries he’s visited.

— Monica Wang

 
  • Sloane Angelou

    CREATIVE NONFICTION

  • Victoria Buitron

    FLASH NONFICTION

  • Sagirah Shahid

    POETRY

  • Cassie Shao

    FILM

  • Maya Jay Varadaraj

    ART

  • Monica Wang

    FLASH FICTION

 

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