BY JULIENNE MAUI CASTELO MANGAWANG. In a woman’s hands did I meet God branching into ancestors who sang beneath trees, sat among waterfalls

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

BY JACK MALIK. a diluted, unconfirmed mocha middle-east / skin—mixture of herbs & a medley of origin: