from MIS-READING by CINDY NGUYEN: “The fit is not flattering” She mouths their murmurs to the reflection before her. Eyes scan a faintly familiar figure. Of crossed legs, brushed hair, slouched shoulders. It is her, it is she, it is me. A miss-fit. Clean contours of plastic perfection Support, … Read more about MISS-FIT


papers flurry ideas hurry the warmth of freshly pressed thoughts on eggshell leaves. a touch of the keys euphoric release of fragments laced to prose. published vulnerability a flicker of humanity. "Hello Haptic." song by Cindy Nguyen Sounds by Hanoi, the city Giraffage - … Read more about PRESS


So this is the sound of my voice if I, your mother, were to speak to you, my child. Nhưng tại sao tiếng mẹ nghe lạ quá vậy? You translated me. Rendered me visible, comprehensible, communicable outside of that time and place where no words were exchanged, only faraway glances, tensed … Read more about XE LỬA/ TRAIN