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.
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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.”
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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
“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
Maya Varadaraj
“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.”
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
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Sloane Angelou
CREATIVE NONFICTION
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Victoria Buitron
FLASH NONFICTION
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Sagirah Shahid
POETRY
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Cassie Shao
FILM
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Maya Jay Varadaraj
ART
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Monica Wang
FLASH FICTION