A Soloist

A Soloist

“Woman”, is a suffocating word in her dictionaryAlways approach them in wearyAnother phase, another elegiac memoryShe opened her baggage, though it was so teary.Trying to build a “might be” good story. A warm light is comingComforting and mesmerizingTo let her life a...
The Architecture of Absence

The Architecture of Absence

There was a place once, tucked between the slow bends of an unremarkable street, where the sun lingered just long enough to spill in crooked, golden ribbons across the cracked tiles. It smelled of damp cement, of rain pressed into the earth, of fried shallots from the...
Aku sepasang kasut

Aku sepasang kasut

Aku sepasang kasut.Cuma diletakkan di kaki.Dipamer diatas meja pasar malam.Lalu dibeli seorang lelaki.Dibayar lalu dibawa aku pulang ke rumah papan seakan reban ayam. Kayu, hampir reput. Tetapi rumah itu riuh dengan suara-suara. Aku sepasang kasut.Rupa aku cantik,...