By Datoyes Tan
Morning Cat
His stripes has been replaced by bands of fluorescent sunlight Looks for the weeping bird under the chair, finds only roads So looks again, inside the lion's stomach, inside the cartwheeling jets Amber eyes are drenched in gasoline tears, set on fire The sun commits arson, over the rooftop pools, the steaming coffees, the kaya toasts Cat tears off his fur with his tongue, dons a cape, then leaps Into all the liminal spaces, now blazing
Lineage Portrait
She stumbles through the catacombs, Searching for pieces of her land's fragmented bedrock the picture books read to her by the wind sweeping across the thronging towers of sleepwalkers which princesses and warriors and explorers are now diluted in mistranslations, as tresses of her mother's last gift to her is snipped into ashes White ghosts of the people who abandoned her grandfathers on killing fields claw at her with their stolen artifacts, away from her birthplace, trees that had once sung the old songs to her are uprooted, forgotten
Academy of the Heart And Mind 