Strange thing happen today. I am walking with big bag fill of vegetable in thamel i am actually crossing street and man using cycle come and hit me with cycle. I fall to the ground and some peoples come and pick me but man on the cycle is shouting at me suddenly. I look at […]
Category: Issue 03
Sisterhood
Take a deep breath and / Lean into your sisters …
I am Canadian
And don’t you dare say we’re American / Those people have real issues …
White Girl
I am a minus / A blank / A missing something …
Length
Here’s your receipt madam / Look it has lengthen it has overgrown like a desperate tree on death row …
Longing
Her shoulder a soft armrest for my weary soul / “You’re my first mistake” she whispers in my ears …
Get off my lawn
You people with your cheerful laughter / Your half-hearted jokes and your synchronized steps …
Motherland
Motherland is the / Tanah tumpahnya darahku / On her soil my blood spills …
Metro People II
A man / Eyes electric / His feet clip-clop / Down the dirty stairs …
The Single Girl Haikus
Fingers grasping for / A ghost a phone not buzzing / Sit on your sad hands …
Ode to Socks
Ancient clothespins quiver in a spring breeze / Still wet from recent rain …
The Head of the Table
I see them draping her bird-like body in a shroud. I see the men all in white, paying their respects to my grief-stricken uncle. Their voices are mere whispers — “our condolences”, “our apologies” — why apologize, I wonder?
Notes on Tourism, the Museum, IKEA, and Capitalism
Reproducibility of experience // Outside the Vatican’s St. Peter’s Basilica, approximately 300 people are lined up in 24 degrees of spring heat. This is the line to enter the Renaissance-era Basilica, apparently also the biggest church in the world. The heat is excruciating. Having completed a tiring night of travel and changing-clothes-on-the-road, I am carrying a huge backpack. A train ticket in my pocket has become soggy from my sweat. After almost 2 hours of waiting under the sun, my friends and I are allowed into the Basilica. On our way in, a security guard scans us and our bags.
Five Roses Thorns: A Review of Sheila Hicks’ Lignes de vie
Lignes de vie (Life Lines), an exhibition of Sheila Hicks’ textile-based artworks currently on display at the Centre Pompidou, is truly retrospective of the 83-year-old artist’s work, dating back 60 years. Curated by Michel Gauthier, the exhibition features artwork from as early as 1956, and as recent as 2018. During my visit, the artist herself […]