by Yuan Changming | Sep 10, 2018 | Poetry
Y: You are haunted by ‘Y’, not because it’s the first letter in your Family name, but because it’s like a horn, which the water buffalo in your Native village uses to fight against injustice or, because it’s like a twig Where a crow can come down to perch, a...
by Julie Novakova | Sep 10, 2018 | Poetry
The world is a stage, and the script must change Julie Novakova Stage center is her whole life: multiple lives squeezed into one. Juliet in love, passionate Masha, proud Titania, vengeful Medea. The stage lights shine, while dark clouds enshroud the world. Just behind...
by Sarah Ang | Sep 10, 2018 | Poetry
Ocean’s Child Sarah Ang They say my sister was born at the point where the ocean meets the sky; that she appeared nestled in an oyster, washed by the waves onto our doorstep. This, I can believe. Salt lines my sister’s hair; the ocean purrs under her tongue. On clear...
by Alexandria Baisden | Sep 10, 2018 | Poetry
1. The day I met Life, I was sharpening my scythe She skipped to me, silver hair streaming behind her in ribbons “Who are you?” “Death,” I replied “But you can call me Grim” Blue eyes brightened raspberry lips, a smile “Nice to meet you, Grim” And she placed her hands...
by Lawdenmarc Decamora | Jul 29, 2018 | Poetry
Slowly there’s a scene that celebrates itself, holds high office of shame, shoplifts grace from grocery stores and tomorrow’s tin can mess. It’s a scene standing in pride, unfazed by the murmuring strong-styled neighbourhood believed to be energized out of...
by Bryan Thao Worra | Sep 19, 2017 | Poetry
What Kills A Man Bryan Thao Worra Always small things: A round.A round.A round. Holes.Holes.HoleHoles. Fumes. Edges. Split atoms. A second. A footstep. A sip. A bite. A word. A cell. A motion. An emotion. A dream. A fool. A bit of salt. A drop. A fragment. The true...
