Echoes, 1

By Inggit Putria Marga yes, like the sun retrieving its diffused rays, he will come to you to tame the snakes of disappointment in your head, disappointed for those who have gone, worried about those who will return yes, after coming to you in the form of incense...

She Who Waits

By Inggit Putria Marga Farewell to the window staring at both happiness and pain in the sky’s very same glow The one who left, has hardened in the sea The one who remained, now meditates in the forest While the one who is silent is struck by the breaths that rise and...

The Bad-Love Song

By Dorothea Rosa Herliany I have heard the same revolting love song hundreds of times: “i wear your ring and whisper i will be faithful. we will experience every twist of happiness and every aspect of sorrow.” why are we never bored of listening to such falsehoods?...

Birthday

By Dorothea Rosa Herliany this time she did not want candles and bread for her birthday because she realized for the first time that she never remembered good days and that candles would shine on her thoughts, the bread would fill her stomach, and she would forget...

Aloysya Louise

By Dorothea Rosa Herliany someone has hidden time’s secret inside my old age. in the endlessly unfaithful mist he patiently cures while waiting for words. year after year rotting fruit drips and creates seed to fertilise the hectares of dry ground and dark silent...