Sugar ants from sunset bring bad luck reflected in aged mirrors; troubles echoed in hoarse bells inside whitewashed temple domes; debts that inhabit the marrow of history; hunger that live …
As living parents, more time is all we want, while in death, time is all we have. We spoke to Cynthia a week before the accident took us. She called …
1. (n.) the ancestral home you’ve never seen before In the public square, there is a stage lined with Christmas lights. Tinny music blasts from a loudspeaker, …
The artist reads a book. The book provides an idea. The idea, entrapment, leads to a framework, a framework of thinking. Are we trapped in our own bodies, which we …
a d a . A d a . A D A in the flash of your too brief shining ……….we hardly knew you having rarely stepped out into spotlight ……….you …
i. Chronicled history of a patriotic poet who loved his liege: his prudence, though, was overlooked. In turbulent sorrow, the poet flung his devotion into the torrents and drowned, …
From the 2nd floor window of an artist’s rental AirBnB, here’s what I see: Keelung serenely tying together an enframed scenery, the foreground roofs cooled by the sprinkler’s gentle sprays …
It is difficult to articulate a response to the irreparability of redress when the Canadian government’s attempt to at repair lands with insincerity or irreverence. I remember growing up, my …
Fiery tongues lick the sky, cackling and crackling, In a forest of burning towers, only they – the daenamu – stand. Each fibre stretches toward air, weaving a lattice of …
The painkiller, dissolved in my stomach at 3:26 am, is not working. I am nothing but a dark vagina and a stormy uterus. I imagine – with sober hands, care, …