How We are Rohan
Nearly 20 years ago, I sat in a theater in Minnesota, a wide-eyed prepubescent, taking in The Lord of the Rings trilogy for the first time. In the years that followed, I would go on to watch the films until I could quote them in my sleep, reread the trilogy, and dress up as a…
Visions will be released on March 27th! Come to the release party!
The Shanghai Writing Workshop is proud to release its second edition of Visions, its literary journal. Visions is a collection of some of the best work that has come through the workshop in the last six months. Contributors will present and then the stage will be open to anyone who wants to read. Readers need…
Nonfiction from Visions: Self-Titled Debut
Visions is a web and wechat literary journal run by the Shanghai Writing Workshop to promote quality English creative writing throughout China. To submit, please send your work to submissions@shanghaiwriting.com. For more information, please visit, shanghaiwriting.com. Self-Titled Debut Patrick Schiefen I hated ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ But I mostly hated the people who liked ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ The a cappella introduction…
Follow Up to Shanghai Voices Reading
by Ryan Thorpe This last Wednesday night we had an amazing second Shanghai Voices with four very different readers, but I enjoyed all of them in their own ways. David Tait was first, and with his dry humor and mix of the personal and the political, the blunt truth blended with apt metaphors, won over the…
Call for Submissions on the Coronavirus Outbreak
The Shanghai Writing Workshop is looking for work about this difficult moment. Take a look at the calls below and consider sending in some work.
Four New Poems
by Tom Squitieri The Road Goes Home The drive has returnedNow it is the mist of the mountainsThe reminder of where you are from, and who you areDo you deserve love?Are you indeed who you are?The love and passion you have found this month, is it still far? That dreams made for realfull of beating hearts, wetness…
EVEN THRUSHES DO NOT TELL RED PINE WHERE MENG HAO-JAN’S GRAVESITE IS
Red Pine talks to thrushes
when he can. The thrushes
some times disappoint him
The Rites of the Fourteneers
By M.L. Robinson Two weeks of constant rain had finally fallen to a thin drizzle, but there was little silence before the Building started to scream. The scream built from a whine, to a wail, and up to a hideous screech that pierced through all of Floor Fourteen. Nowhere was safe from it and nobody…