At the crossroads
By Kirsten Le Harivel
The rickshaw driver sees me,
dupatta flapping, tiffin swinging;
late as usual.
As we head to my office
we speak about his daughter,
her child in Kolkata.
At the crossroads
By Kirsten Le Harivel
The rickshaw driver sees me,
dupatta flapping, tiffin swinging;
late as usual.
As we head to my office
we speak about his daughter,
her child in Kolkata.
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The Fall
By Татьяна Мурадова
Welcome to Russia circa 1985.
Ask but do not answer. Survive.
Positions are fickle. Open lies.
Wolf eyes. Uniform responses.
Family fuck ups and generations of militants.
Socialist foxes … Continue reading→
the most punk rock band in the world had no electric guitars
By Vincent Poturica
I’d like every nuclear stockpile to be detonated simultaneously
to even the playing field to stop being so petty to remember
to … Continue reading→
Maya Angelou
By Juliana Chang
once I witnessed
the universe splitting open
to hold a poem,
her poem
now the atomic flower closes;
somewhere
perched in the ridges
of an open palm.
Juliana … Continue reading→
How the Narratives of Hong Kong are Written With China in Sight
By Tammy Ho Lai-Ming
1. Call me One Country, Two Systems.
2. It is a truth universally acknowledged that the democracy fighters in Hong Kong must be … Continue reading→