Tet @ the Coffee Shop by Tini Ngatini

Viet Nam has changed my relationship with coffee shops. They used to be a space where I worked and entertained my friends. Then, recently, they became a sort of anthropological space where I encountered a religious event which brought me to another level of appreciation and respect for local culture. That local culture is called Tet. The Coffee shop where I encountered is called ABC. The ABC coffee shop in Ha Noi, Viet Nam is a fusion of Asian and Western atmosphere. It has some Western characteristics like those found in Starbucks and some that might only be found in … Continue reading Tet @ the Coffee Shop by Tini Ngatini

I Burned You a CD {Part ONE}: Growing by M. Perle

Que seguimos rompiendo aquí Esta fiesta no tiene fin Botellas para arriba, si Los tengo bailando, rompiendo y yo sigo aquí   I’m in the first row on your show, in the first row👊   On the First Floor Power show 🎶 Your vibrato’s like vulnerable leaves, 🎶 You do it crazy, that’s how you talk to me   The only living proof I got                                                                       … Continue reading I Burned You a CD {Part ONE}: Growing by M. Perle

Playing ‘Exquisite Corpse’ By Myself by M. Perle

    “And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music   should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover,   inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo      seeps through our skin like warm water, we   who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light    but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching.” from Ocean Vuong’s “Song on the Subway”   “I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of a greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I’m doing.” Susan Sontag, As Consciousness … Continue reading Playing ‘Exquisite Corpse’ By Myself by M. Perle

Auxochrome-Chromophore by Anindita Bhattacharya

Do you believe in a love that informs, enriches, and encourages creativity? What is the purpose of love, if not to uplift us, becalm us, and embalm our broken spirits? We do not want to be crippled and asphyxiated in love, we must be able to soar; our spirits must be free. Two women, two artists, and two lovers from two disparate corners of the world decided to redefine love. Their love for their respective partners was so great that they were ready to efface themselves. What is so uncanny is that they lived, loved, and worked in two very … Continue reading Auxochrome-Chromophore by Anindita Bhattacharya