Which language will you make your moon and which your earth?
Former Open City Fellow Nadia Misir answers thirteen questions about her writing life
I felt no joy out there, not close to the joy I felt in Daiso.
India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.
“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”
“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”
One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore
By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.
A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines
Honoring the landscapes, community, and connections that weave the gorgeous and complex histories of Filipinos at home and in the diaspora.
Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists
Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life
At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.
Two songs popularized during martial law speak of the time’s sentiments
Former Open City Fellow Nadia Misir answers thirteen questions about her writing life
I felt no joy out there, not close to the joy I felt in Daiso.
Honoring the landscapes, community, and connections that weave the gorgeous and complex histories of Filipinos at home and in the diaspora.
India’s Covid-19 lockdown was ordered in four phases.
Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists
“The Buddha Tries to Withdraw Money During the Revolution” and “On Being Absent During the Revolution”
“To Hold Hands Again” and “When My Songs are Over, I Lose My Grip”
Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life
One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore
At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.
By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.
A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines
Two songs popularized during martial law speak of the time’s sentiments