“He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” – Psalms kuala lumpur | houston, 1981. they …
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Poetry
your blood goes picnicking at a grave brooms and burnt paper in hand 4/4/[2000 + 4×4] At Qīngmíng only the magnolia huā (花) bloomed munificent white against a grey curb. …
You would make me choose to press autumn hues between pages of The Invisible Man, or to jump in piles of reds and yellows but never to turn two leaves …
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 …
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 …