They welcomed us, needed us, celebrated us, worked us to death. We pounded every spike, heaved every log, mined every stone, built them from ground up without complaint. When the …
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Poetry
white men in white stroll through the green and pay no heed to the japanese canadian boys peering through the gaps in the high wire fence clink the ball rolls …
I knew my Lola only from second-hand tales; by the time she had wifi in her village, I was a stranger on facetime. By then, she could not recognize her …
Yann Arthus-Bertrand wants you to know that the earth speaks to you in shapes, colors, and metaphors. The hearts of Voh and Hardy Reef scream, I love you. The caravans …
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 …
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 …