& we are yet clasping for change, sifted jewels making homes in tumbling water. Grace periods, as I am told, are seasons in & of themselves. What must you give to roll a film of falling snow: to tell a sandcastle all will be well in the coming wave? I am yet unsure. Rain, sparse…
There’s something in my room. It lurks at the edge of my bed, between an endless dream and a nightlight. I know, It is parched, For the lapping of Its tongue, yearns for the youth inside me. It is the monster that lives under my bed. Its breath hangs heavy, still, in the air. Droplets…
There are things I do not know of that already exist They come to me in dreams that I wake up only to forsake In these latent dreams, I stand barefoot before ornate doors embellished by chrysalises each one ever carelessly mundane each one a singular moment from my past lives In these latent dreams,…
When the Sun was slipping down, my friend whose name means eyes in this language answered my question with a question. I typed my trail of thought on this chipped screen, wordy but not enough to convey what I had in mind; they’re different when they’re penned or typed, seem more earnest, before I hit…
There is an open window above the kitchen counter. (On this counter is a porcelain bowl, and in this bowl there is a jumble of orange slices. The morning sun, beloved of all things bright and gleaming, slides a pale fingertip down their ribs as if to say: Look, my love. Here we are again,…
My soul puddlesreflecting the lightturning and twisting it against me,blinding me, puttingscars on my face andmy eyes My adventures nolonger renew, but I’ve always lived forthe next. Devouring in haste – disregarding the savor, a lover’s recipe for desserts without flavor. Writing hard, but there’s little to preserve. misplaced urgency – the penance I deserve. Latent transparency,…
It Is Us Who Rule The Sky after The Black Unicorn by Audre Lorde Di saat genting Immigrants mereka yang ditolak Rakyat trapped in an oppressive system that disenfranchised humanity that stripped the sentimentality of the five Rukun i. Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan. When the rakyat is torn apart as clamant political machinations saw through suara…
This fertile garden bears The passing of time In the lives that bloom Evergreen on sturdy, scarred trunks, Growing ever so tall as Their shady canopies tower over Tiny shoots whose roots Yet cling to the earth, Feeble and determined. Little shoots that soon dig Ever deeper into earth (too deep!) Little stems that grow…
A cross generational family affair bound in the air. Great nature pounds the window harder with every song. All effort of specific poetry goes dumb, because seeds do not travel in straight lines. I think this is what it’s like to stand before an afterlife. For the longest time I sank in deep blue when…
I’ve seen that face beforeThat slick slapstick smileThe slow glint to the eyesSplitting teethRectifying broken dreamsLips curled to the rightLopsidedBut I’ve seen that face beforePunch drunk red-rimmed eyes downcastCount broken bones and brokennessCount stars and startled heartsUgly bruised mouth gone tight-lippedQuietAs you pull yourself togetherAgainBut know that I haveSeen that face beforeDamaged, uncomfortable, unfortunate, undeservingSomething…
My words, my pride, my sanity has been yours since that dawn of time, Where the world stopped moving the way I’d rather divine, All the progress I made to make sure I feel a smile, All ceases to exist the moment I watch you strut that aisle. You may cover your shame behind a…
A hibiscus blooms in between my toes, its sunlit form like a memory long washed away: waterproof plasters, hot afternoons and dirty shoes, skimming through books in a language forever caught between my tongue and teeth. The earth beneath my feet is rough. A vine curls around my ankle and I want to ask where…