a story about looking very appealing in yellow, inspiration borne of nature documentaries, and the kind of ingenuity that only develops in times of isolation
sometimes on a night out, you feel like you’re losing your grip on reality and nobody else gets it - but sometimes, reality loses its grip on you
grief twists inside a person, animals are symbols, and death is imagined a thousand times over
how do you prepare to move across continents? how do you prepare to change your life? (and how do you recover from shitting your pants in public?)
this is not don quixote, this is not oliver twist, this is not even goosebumps - but it’s damn good
akpa arinzechukwu writes poetry as if they’ve been alive for a thousand years.
this story unfurls like a new green leaf and is for anyone who has stayed in a relationship for longer than they should have. experience vicarious heartbreak that is worth every second.
a deadly disease is spreading through the countryside and one family is about to get hit by it, but not in the way you think...
what’s that, we hear you ask? you’re looking for your new favourite poet? someone who writes with a dry wit and a sense of humour in multiple languages? someone raised on the internet, who has studied pop culture and knows how to twist it? someone who will make you literally laugh out loud, not just LOL? well. sit back, my friends. this is michael chang.
if you combined the cynicism of Irvine Welsh with the surreal ruckus that is Hunter S Thompson, took out the misogyny, made it gay, added djinns, and then made it funny, you’d probably have something similar to this story by SH Foo.
saurabh sharma gently melds meditative anecdotes with real world metaphors in this story of losing a father and learning how to grieve.
