Being both Muslim and progressive is not that weird

Being a young Malaysian-Muslim feminist SOGIE ally can be quite the experience, both online and offline! Muslims find me too feminist. Feminists find me too Muslim. How can my perspective be considered legitimate & informed as any other, when they are often overshadowed by the debate of my existence? In everyday conversation there are first…

Tragedy Reaction Reminder

It’s been a bad news day, a bad news month. And I am no expert. No one is rushing me for my opinion on anything in breaking news. I can take my time to read, assess, digest, and critically form my views on everything. Shock and sadness won’t drag me into stupidity. Admitting “I don’t…

“You are lightning, my love”

You are lightning, my love, More intense than the first lick of my favourite flavour (now my second favourite, surely) But you are better than ice-cream I want our heat to drip and dance Down to gravity’s navel, I want to mess up your present what a gift that would be to our future, what…

“The Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha”

The Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, the three Tianzuns and the Brahma-Vishnu-Maheshwara are throwing the tripartite party of a lifetime Challenging each other to execute The perfect drift, driving donuts in an empty mall parking lot after all the shops have closed but before the late night filmgoers spill out from the emergency doors blinking —…

The second ever Gerai at Art For Grabs

If you’re here because you have a piece of paper on it with something I wrote for you— Thank you for coming yesterday.  I wrote over 30 poems on Saturday and hopefully after today, will have enough to fund a sizeable chunk of my second ever solo trip (Cambodia next month for my 27th birthday)….

“We coalesce, we sprawl, we purge, we brawl”

We coalesce, we sprawl / we purge, we brawl / Let the teeth of their traps snap empty we call / bull to the obscene of the crime, cause we’re kind past the table / Forget their feathers ruffling grey to nothing we snowball / past and dispel all whispers internecine! Intertwined we are, steadfast our compass…

Avalanche material

Yes, snowflakes are unique, she thought But what did it matter when they kissed and covered the mountain like salt? Sunshine-soaked solitude Salted their secrets to sin Snowflakes: surrender yourselves! Go slow until they stir you, then rise, swallow! Bitter, sweet, salt, sour, all flavours once ours On your rock and roll tour, take them…

“We have been playing this game for so long now”

We have been playing this game for so long now, you & I, that it must be backgammon. The midday heat of a new century is upon us in this muddy confluence and in some last moments of desperation you tell me the most riveting stories of your past adversaries You unroll your bedsheets to…

“For you, I’d take up farming.”

For you, I’d take up farming. Agriculture runs through the veins of our ancestors, just as your name charges through the doors of my heart. I’ll think of them as I pat seeds into the soil I have three packets of faith and a handful of hope seeds. The strength from planting them Will just…

“If my heart was a home on the beach”

If my heart was a home on the beach, It would be easy to think, “Yeah, I’ll just drive until I see it…” But friends would know The path requires some know-how And your favourite bicycle. I only draw maps for people I love — Liyana Dizzy, 26 for Eli, 22 June 2013, Cooler Lumpur…

Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…