A sestina about a slow-burning encounter and sensually-charged day that unfolds between two people, where ordinary groceries mirror growing intimacy and desire.
In our teens, we formed a band. The lineup was based more on who was in our circle than on musical skill. Maybe there was someone you liked, and even if they didn’t play any instruments, surely they could shake the tambourine.
Poem on friendship and nostalgia: I was in my twenties
when a friend asked me
if I wanted to be his 3 a.m. buddy—one of the biggest compliments
anyone’s ever handed me.
Food is something we're always ready to share—from birthdays to graduations to funerals. Whether we're celebrating or grieving, we mark every milestone in life with food.
One week, one question, three deep breaths, and 20 minutes of uninterrupted, unedited stream-of-consciousness writing or typing—just recording whatever comes to mind.
For some reason, they reminded me of this whole year—a turbulent, at times heartbreaking year; it was like mourning 11 (or maybe more) pieces of my life that I had been separated from.
I am an Indonesian writer/artist/illustrator and stationery web shop owner (Cafe Analog) based in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. I love facilitating writing/creative workshops and retreats, especially when they are tied to self-exploration and self-expression. In Indonesian, 'beradadisini' means being here. So, here I am, documenting life—one word at a time.
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