bodies like old parchments, numb and cold minds like trash bins full of colours and critiques souls like invisible quivering dots in the dead night sky, there must be a …
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Poetry
I All the landscapes I have ever seen condense into a single drop of ink, merging water and sky into one. Facing the sea and the slow ignition of sunrise, …
The First Lesson I was only sixteen and his mother said stay in public — not to me — to him — but I heard it anyway the way you …
Exhale. erupt in a breath that is yours let chaos reign in a world that has always been silent about your pain. Be Too Much Too much body too …
1. The Estate The yard is vast, a park held in private hands. A tennis court, a pool, an outdoor bar breathing the expensive scent of sandalwood. She returns from …
Whenever she is unable to fall asleep She would snuggle herself In the heart of darkness, waiting For me to hold her tight From behind her back like light, but …
You ask me, while we stand in the rain (somehow, you managed to stay bone-dry), to tell you a story, any kind of story, but begin it with a day …
And you have no materiality. Yet you exist, somehow, as a shelf in the library, a gacha ball, or a cat in a box. A dictionary is filled with differences, …
In 1987, my parents bought a one bedroom apartment in Shekou. It was Chinese for snake tongue because there was a fork in the road that divided the village from …
You nod your head through the bitter taste of dread that threatens to stain the smile you perfected on the kitchen tile. You do as you’re told: be kind, be …
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