Unnamed

I think my eyes are burning.But I watchas they lower a body in the ground.Is that the afternoon heat on my skin?Someone sinks to the floor and wails.I turn to the other gravesand apologise for the noise. She’d stated quite plainly,“In another country people die.”I think of the wars,the unexpected deaths.Elsewhere, someone will put poison…

Solo Travel to and through Malaysia: By A Sheltered Muslim Girl

I admit to a misleading title: I’m no conservative person, and I’ve lived abroad by myself for four months as an exchange student. But I am by all means a Sheltered Muslim Girl – institutionally religious parents, frequent religious events, and a home that has always been protective, and expectant. So how does one get…

29 Years Later, Trinidad’s Response to Coup Survivors

*This piece was written during my time as an intern at the Newspaper Editorial Department of a Media Company. The piece was not used in the paper, so I post it here. Since it was written for the newspaper, the style is different to a blog post – but it remains as the original with…

Spaces

Have you ever wished to float away into the heavens, and become a star instead?

Waiting

I’m waiting to write,about you. About how your eyes seem deep and greenlike the forest in my heart.and maybe, about how you can speakso tenderly without words. You, I thinkare made of the sky and the sea.You, I knowhave withstood the time of my beingrising just as the trees do and waitingfor me to thrive,…