On the Way Poetry by Afeed Areifiz You know what I grew up on? Fish, rice, curry, and the stories of a generation that had to beg for them I grew up on badly-paved streets, faulty drainage and whispers of electricity, and the lives of the people who had fallen in love with them I
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“Bang! Ka-Pow!” Fiction by Christina Hu
Bang! Ka-Pow! Fiction by Christina Hu Mom’s too old to be inquisitive but the kid is zooming around like this empty street is the best thing he’s ever seen. He has his favourite towel tied, Superman style, around his neck. Mom calls for him to slow down but he’s too busy running forward with his fist
“Angle of repose” Poem by Michael Pendreigh
Illustration by Mormei Zanke Angle of repose Poem by Michael Pendreigh Foreshocks ignored: reliving her soft temples against my thumbs kiss her forehead. Now she is a foot away a canyon between us, paralyzed on the fringe in a frozen state seized by the seventh Hades. A gust of wind beckons her body to mine: let
“Stomaching the Consequences of Posthumanism: Capitalism and Interdependent Consumption in M.T. Anderson’s Feed” Academic Essay by Julia Tikhonova
Stomaching the Consequences of Posthumanism: Capitalism and Interdependent Consumption in M.T. Anderson’s Feed Academic Essay by Julia Tikhonova M.T. Anderson’s Feed portrays a dystopian world in which the seemingly fixed epistemological framework of what it means to be human is provokingly destabilized. Renegotiating the boundary between humans and machines, citizens in Feed live with neural
About Our Contributors
About Our Contributors Krista Bailie is a student in the Art History Diploma program and a practicing Visual Artist. Using mainly installation and performance, Krista’s work investigates structures of power, exclusion and identity formation. She hopes to pursue a Masters in Fine Art in Germany. Lisa Chen-Wing is an Unclassified Student who takes occasional courses
“Self-Construction” Multimedia by Sophia Murray
Self-Construction Multimedia by Sophia Murray (click to enlarge images)
“I Open My Mouth” Poem by Rachel Kim
I Open My Mouth Poem by Rachel Kim I open my mouth to speak and blossoms tumble off my tongue— thin wet petals wrinkled, ripped, stemless, so they wither before they’re dried and hung on someone’s wall. I open my mouth to speak and a cactus anchors itself in my throat with needles full of
“A contraceptive of one’s own” Multimedia by Lisa Chen-Wing
A contraceptive of one’s own Multimedia by Lisa Chen-Wing (click to enlarge images) “A contraceptive of one’s own” uses letterpress hand-set type to make pictures of common contraceptives in the style of emoticons. Left to right, the contraceptives are: birth control pills, IUD, vaginal ring, female condom and an implant. The images are printed on
“Monster” Multimedia by Krista Bailie
Monster Multimedia by Krista Bailie (click to enlarge images) Krista Bailie Monster, 2014 Paper, monofilament, acrylic, masking tape “The pregnant body is not one vulnerable to external threat, but actively and visibly deformed from within. Women are out of control, uncontained, unpredictable, leaky: they are, in short, monstrous.” – Margrit Shildrick This work attempts
“Staging the Temporality of Trauma: Vern Thiessen’s Vimy as an Exploration of the Reach of Traumatic Memory” Academic Essay by Jamie Donicci
Staging the Temporality of Trauma: Vern Thiessen’s Vimy as an Exploration of the Reach of Traumatic Memory Academic Essay by Jamie Donicci Vern Thiessen’s 2007 play, Vimy, is a poignant and nuanced representation of the processes of traumatic memory. In Vimy, Thiessen stages the story of five veterans of the Battle of Vimy Ridge and
“Zoetrope” Fiction by Ray Clark
Zoetrope Fiction by Ray Clark In her father’s study, the mechanism spun, an ouroboros of magnets fixed to a wooden wheel. The wires sparked with each revolution, illuminating hills and valleys of notes that spread across his desk like an unknown country. She drew back her hand, recoiled from the light. Even as her parents
“A house named history” Poem by Maneo Mohale
A house named history Poem by Maneo Mohale The house that I inhabit is dimly lit In the evening, windows glow like amber from where I stand outside The short shards of conversation and sharp barks of laughter burst behind me on the dusty street My hand grips the black metal gate, wanting to pull
“A Rabbit on the Way Home” Poem by Ming Wong
A Rabbit on the Way Home Poem by Ming Wong “not gonna lie I hit a rabbit on the way home tonight so I was coming home from the bar had a couple whole bunch of trees and its dark and it ran out in front of my car like it had a death wish
About Our Contributors
About Our Contributors Xiao You Mok : I’m a third year exchange student from the University of Tokyo, but I’m actually born and raised in Singapore. I do East Asian Studies back in Tokyo, and am mainly interested in comparative cultural studies. Nature’s beautiful, but I love being in big cities (and ideally always in sunny
