though I am so full I am so empty / bursting at the seams / walking along those beams.
pop!SUGAR signs off their email with Yours SUGARly. Has there been a more perfect band-brand dynamic? pop!SUGAR had reached out to me prior to the release of their debut single, “Taste the Rainbow”, which charted on the Spotify playlists of New Music Friday Singapore, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Philippines, Taiwan, Malaysia and Vietnam. The trio’s firstContinue reading “TAKE ME TO MARS by pop!SUGAR”
Just five minutes ago, I was thinking of how to answer to an artist friend (who I greatly respect, by the way! Her work can be found here). The month of June brings a crazy number of things that I need to do regarding the production of Issue 5: AMO, ARMOUR for Carpe Bloom. We’re embarkingContinue reading “Yourself, in Recovery.”
I met a stranger in the skin of someone familiar.
In June, 2015, I remember running to the sinks and turning on the faucet. I never turned on the faucet with my bare hands in school because the sink faucets were dirty as hell, and we all knew it.
MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC is an innocent-looking book; packed within its pages are seemingly explosive weapons filled to the brim with gun powder. Do we say phrases like ‘filled to the brim with gun powder’? Is that sentence correctly constructed? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the debut collection of AmandaContinue reading “Yellow Chair: MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC”
–dear girl, in this
world right now, to live
means to live with your eyes closed
and your third-eye open;
the third eye is not the devil’s
nor is it the wandering spirit’s,
but rather it is the window (that other people
force you to look out of)–
But her home country hurts me now and I cannot demand an apology, because I am not Enough for even the shower to cry over. – written for a friend
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