In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
In our newest December issue, the speakers of various poems find themselves recalling the past, consciously or unconsciously. In “Tai Ma” by Angela Siew,
There is only the memory of the experience; the pain itself is impossible to recall. I remember saying to you: This is the worst
Even now, looking at the brick courtyard lit by the late morning sun, I summon feelings of grief. It is tiring, to always carry