A Snippet of Undocumented Truth: Why is Hiding in the U.S. Better than Going Back to Brazil? Freedom is a very personal word. It means and resembles distinct sentiments for each being. Freedom to vote. Freedom of speech. Freedom to love.
Author: Vion He
Untitled Poem by Abby Hjort
New York City Glittering kingdom of exploitation Life is fast Here but be present Time has limits. – From OPUSzines Cut-Up Writing Workshop
Untitled Poem by Yoyo Wang
Don’t know how to be reluctant to virus-induced isolation Mindfulness taught me the purpose of therapeutic juice When control has arrived, imagination is spiraling The desire quit themselves – From OPUSzines Cut-Up Writing Workshop
Untitled Poem by Aileen Zhou
Old house cuts back and forth Learn from our years, Lost letter from Hiroko suffering from a cold that visits, Never heard of her, “free her” Change without notice. – From OPUSzines Cut-Up Writing Workshop
Just Don’t Call it New Yorkers by Kelly Liao
Panic! Don’t open our eyes Enjoy your original flow Pirouette around mystery. Repeatedly loops, brief moments, vast limit Illumination follows the sun. – From OPUSzines Cut-Up Writing Workshop