Sister Stew: Fiction and Poetry by Women
Edited by Cathy Song, Juliet S. Kono
Out of print
This anthology of contemporary fiction and poetry features new works by 49 women writers. Among the new works featured are writings by Nell Altizer, Sue Cowing, Epi Enari Fuaau, Jessica Hagedorn, Faye Kicknosway, Susan Nunes, Marjorie Sinclair, and Adrienne Tien. Many of the writers reside in Hawaiʻi and collectively reflect a multicultural diversity of voice and style. From settings as varied as Hawaiʻi, Samoa, New York, Saigon, Los Angeles, the Philippines, and South Dakota, these are "Timeless voices, lyrical yet haunting, evoking scenes of contemporary life and from them weaving rich and extraordinary visions. The cultural diversity of Hawaiʻi speaks from every page with powerful understatement . . . Highly recommended."—Library Journal
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from The Hardest Move by Cherylene Lee
I know all the gestures of the palm: how to turn it away from the body or bring it close to the face, or bring it close to another's face, quickly, as in a slap, or slowly, with great tenderness. I know what can be done with the palm, the pleasure and pain it meets out. I have studied all the angles, measured all the reactions it draws. I have made a simple hand movement contain libraries of feeling. I am a repository of emotional precision, I am a manipulator of souls. I have all that in my palm.
from Mo Gui Body by Adrienne Tien
"Director Chen wanted to go--he wanted to see the waitress with the mo gui body."
"Mo gui body, what do you mean?"
My Chinese language isn't what is should be, but it's not bad considering I'm American-born. I knew the word, but wanted to be sure I understood this perfectly.
"She supposedly has a fantastic figure."
"But what does mo gui mean?"
"Mo gui! Devil or demon--something out of this world."
"Well," I said, surprised by how excited I suddenly felt. And I imagined the crew in the restaurant ogling as she took their order and then brought their bowls of noodles to the table. I saw her moving serpent-like past the tables, her head turning hypnotically, eyes blinking, conjuring before men's eyes image upon image of a silky, twisting female body.
"I didn't think it was anything," Jin said and ripped the brown paper off the latest issue of his computer magazine.
"I want to see her."