Yangon Ripening
Poetry

Yangon Ripening

by Tang Jiching If one were to take a sound clip of the city, It would be the throaty rumblings of an inhaled breath. A populace, long grown into their inheritance Nursed, on a diet of opportunism where there are no fixed professions only fixed destinies –and within its cardinal boundaries both the Hedonistic and … Continue reading

Myanmar
Poetry

Myanmar

Words by: Mandy Moe Pwint Tu Her you will find, if only you seek, Secrets she’ll whisper, though fain would she speak, Of majesty and magic in golden ages past This land of forgotten glory, which remembers last. She will show you brick-sand, she will show you dust, She will paint you pictures of kings … Continue reading