BY LEE WONHA, TRANS. BY GENE PNG. Because I was born in spring, I thought that I’d like to live in a place where it’s always spring.

BY SAKSIRI MEESOMSUEB, TRANS. BY NOH ANOTHAI. A beggar at the crack of dawn comes with an empty cup

BY ANDY LOPEZ. You bump into White Boy on a parched, irreverent Wednesday morning, power-walking your way...

BY YSABELLE CHEUNG. Eighteen expats in Hong Kong. Their Whatsapp group chat is a string of emojis: wine glass wine glass wine glass. Flags.

BY DOMINIC SY. The shot that killed Andres Novales, Emperor of the Philippines, was molded in a tower on the outskirts of Andalucia.

BY PLOI PIRAPOKIN. Growing up, my mother cleaned my plates of rice and noodles.

BY MUGDHAA RANADE. Imagine a MONTAGE in a film (don’t ask what genre of film, it’s still being written): we open with a WIDE SHOT

BY MARK ANTHONY CAYANAN. My right foot’s chafed, we’re lost, and love’s a street with a name / I can’t pronounce.

BY TEJASWINEE ROYCHOWDHURY. The evening smells sweet because where our snake-infested and untamed garden ends...

BY MAX PASAKORN. 1. There is a stall here that is as old as you. It has seen how the concrete rises and falls.