By Zhi Yi Cham — 29 May, 2020
after Farnoush Parsiavashi, Hannah De Feyter, Cathy Petocz teapot of flowers on her porch when i picked it up the warmth of her hand is still present that heat i carry with me everywhere i don’t know how it feels until i feel it and when i feel it, i…
By Zhi Yi Cham — 29 April, 2020
in my defence the language of my solitude has proven to be ~ longstanding fantasies ~ dreams that have encircled like red thread wrapping slowly tightening until its mark is made known to skin i gave myself bangs but argue it is not an impulsive act i am making focaccia and again not impulsive nothing…