by Vincent Wong | Jan 4, 2016
Mother by Muhd Zhafri Mother walks pale streets tracing faint porcelain and spilled rice from which her children struggle to sprout in the backdrop of jade- ed fields against wheat skylines. It is so hard to hear Mother talk, or know what she looks like. We only see...
by Vincent Wong | Jan 4, 2016
Author’s Process Note: I was inspired to write a poem about the Othered position of women in society. With this poem, I aimed to create a sonic experience for my audience by paying attention to the rhythmic and immersive aspects of sound. Your body is a...
by Vincent Wong | Jan 4, 2016
face to face by Phillip Ho you slept facing me last night not on the couch or facing my feet as though i were an eclipse and meant to be seen only in projection or secondhand and woke up the next day like a guest in your own house embarrassed that you thought i was...
by Vincent Wong | Jan 4, 2016
A Tangled Mess of Lines by Sarah Farheenshah Begum Author’s Process Note: Poetry to me and I’m sure to most of us is seen as something directly related and derived from our thoughts. With the use of visuals of my very own hair, A Tangled Mess of...
by Hedren Sum | Apr 16, 2015
Racquet Racket by Su Yanyun The first time I picked up a badminton racquet was when I was 6 years old. My grandmother’s Filipino domestic helper, Nina, had found an old (and slightly mouldy) racquet in my uncle’s room while packing up one day. Nina was four...
