In Pakistan, grey smoke stacks curl up to sun. Skin browns on roadside as we throw makai into each other’s mouths. Eyes sting from rising flame, salt, chilli powder. Uniform …
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Poetry
A fallen giant of imperial industry, with a toe in every peasant’s backyard, lonely, despite the people living in it. Lost rocks of an empire litter the expanse of its …
on the train i see my grandfather | as a young man 10,247 km of water | seven seats away looking through his reflection | at darkened mountains and doubled …
In the end, the chair has lost its owner. The chair grinds out bad cells, the wind on the chair is caught in the throat as it takes …
the radio producers dilemma driving my derelict mazda home after a shift visors down to keep the electric sky from crashing my car its 1246 and i …
speaking in tongues misinterpretation ghosts-back, attempts to reincarnate the broken language of Jaden’s tongue-twist reverberation— murmur the revenant-named co bac mispronounce it twice as fast go back diaspora synth-talk— …
My father is resting alone beneath the sacred lights, while I cradle in dismay, surrounded by Elders coercing me to compose and read him a eulogy at the altar. His …
great macro swelling carpet bomb ecosystem broken off broken twice off in say one century of your time slow fish peer up against throbbing nights, fragile glass bodies a perception …
i. This is an exit wound. This is your butcher’s blade blunted by naivety and the way light floats atop the surface, too polite to settle. ii. This is a …
yeye says ‘pass the 醃黃瓜’ and i do, licking the sour off my fingers. yeye points out the steam from the fish stew and gestures with his hands, mimicking a …