Same Beginning, Same End

by Wan Siti Zulaikha Paper cranes Your words feel like rain Between tiny showers and heavy downpours Looming thunderstorms Invisible…

Editor’s Letter: Monolithic

by Diana Rahim It is not surprising that the term ‘Monolithic’ can have negative connotations. It brings to mind an…

Where are you, God?

by Zarifah Anuar It’s 3am and my alarm goes off. I don’t jolt awake, because I’ve been awake for the…