by admin | Mar 5, 2020 | Not A Chicklit
By Dorothea Rosa Herliany each time I dig I never reach the well’s base. I pass countless shards of my decrepit age. my breath is too short to scale its depths; my gaze too blind to fathom its height. hundreds of fallen prayerful phrases create a song amidst almost...
by admin | Mar 5, 2020 | Not A Chicklit
By Dorothea Rosa Herliany I write on the folds of my weary face which tell of my discontent with the ever-diminished flow of the river that encircles the ribs of our city. like an insouciant vein not chanelling blood to the corners of your body. each falling leaf and...
by admin | Mar 5, 2020 | Not A Chicklit
By Lily Farid Yulianti and Luna Vidia Matulessy 1 (Static light) OLDER KALYLA: Take this blank receipt with you! I can wait for your payment, but I’m not going to sign a blank receipt. I will not be part of your scam. Never! What? You’d better watch what you say! This...
by admin | Mar 5, 2020 | Not A Chicklit
By Stefani Hid Maybe I’m the only person who has never been free of anxiety. Anxiety is part of my blood; it is stuck there, in my brain and in my nerves, like a parasite impervious to antibiotics. I am sure of this, especially now as I think of what I did tonight. I...
by admin | Mar 5, 2020 | Not A Chicklit
By Zoya Herawati “There’s no exact time when life must begin. If someone says that life begins at forty, that’s a big lie. Life can begin any time we want because it’s like a glass of coffee. If ginger is added so that the fragrance trails through it, wow, it makes...
