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April Yee

London
As seen in: The National, The Harvard Crimson, Shondaland, The Rumpus, Electric Literature, Ploughshares, The Offing, I CARE IF YOU LISTEN
Covers:  literature, colonialism, energy, climate change
Writer and critic of fiction, essays, and poetry; trustee @STWevents; mentor @refugeejourno (cover art: James Hopkins)

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April Yee is a writer. Her work is at aprilyee.com and on Twitter @aprilyee.

April Yee’s Journalist Portfolio

Information in Isolation

Information in Isolation

Years ago, I retreated to an isolated Sri Lankan village that English people had transformed into an Eden for…

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A Cultural History of Racial Fraud

A Cultural History of Racial Fraud

As a journalist, I used to record interviews with executives. When I’d play back the tapes, I’d be surprised …

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Like Yin and Yang, Poetry Holds Tension Between Polarities

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By April Yee
| Electric Literature Verified
Li-Young Lee’s first collection in a decade, The Invention of the Darling, remixes many themes from his five previous poetry books: family, exile, intimacy, and the divine. Yet somehow these plain verses feel fresh. In “Counting the Ten Thousand Things,” Lee writes, “Start over in secret, at night with my mother and father and the escape to… Canaan? Bethlehem? America?
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When I Close My Eyes

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By Aurielle Marie, April Yee, Michelle Koufopoulos, Elena Dudum
| The Offing Verified
When I close my eyes, Gaza is covered in a radiant white light. But it’s not white phosphorus—it’s warm, it’s soulful, it’s good. When I close my eyes, there are no lines of people desperately waiting for their ration of food, water, or fuel. There are no children carrying the lifeless bodies of other, smaller children. There are no ice cream trucks used as morgues for bodies whose lives were cut short by precision bombs.
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My Year of Light

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By Elina Zhang, Raejeana Brooks, April Yee, Hantian Zhang
| The Offing Verified
Autumn When I worked on Governors Island, I would wake early to commute from Queens to the ferry in lower Manhattan. At 7:05 the light was still misty, forming a veil over my eyes. But by 7:10 this light accelerated into a sharp glow, and by 7:20 this glow was full-bodied, no longer a suggestion. The transformation always made my body feel like it was experiencing time physically, like I was a leaf in a time-lapse video, transforming from lush green into a nutty brown.
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