ALL PIECES
Magic lost and magic found
I’ve always loved the beach. I love how beautiful it is, with water that …
A mother’s love
‘You don’t want to see this,’ they say. ‘It’s something you’ll never be able to…
Our little whirlpool
We’re rolling. Rolling. Who are you?
Oh, I’m Elias. Who am I to you, do…
Crawl the rooms of our minds
Something feels off beneath the shadows of the cityscape. Life feels…
Witness: field journal of annihilation
I saw it in a room built for silence. A body shaped from wood, horns, glass…
Me in Mum’s photos of me
Mum.
Sometimes I look at photos you’ve taken of me and it’s hard to see…
My hair falls out
I am staring at seven large portraits. The frames are placed adjacently…
A portmanteau of two Filipino parents
She was young when she got married. The big, grown-up 19, the age when…
Statuesque
It’s staring at me.
I’ll get to it eventually; I can’t rush through. I’ve got to finish …
Dust becomes the sun
It starts at a single point in the void. It fits in a space that defies…
All those prayers must go to his stomach
I want to say that the glint in the gazelle’s eye is not from light being…