Students who participated in a Learning Across Boundaries (LAB) programme held in Okinawa last summer hosted a powerful art exhibition conveying the resilience that Okinawan locals display while overcoming their challenging past. Shivani reports.
story | Anna Evtushenko photo | Public Affairs It’s I, and it’s you, and it’s he, and it’s she. Between us we ponder the math of
poem | Al Lim photo | Public Affairs Ngee Ann Kongsi, 2nd row, and I watched how the ground was broken. Facebook, many rows,
Loneliness is to give the body to the self who will not keep it. * Ahgong is an atheist. Watermelons cut, cubed. The closest thing
in my mind, a gallery of windows, sun melting across glass. i track differences: hair grown past your ear, fingertips heavier on shoulder blades. to
short story | Roshan Singh Some light crept in through the bedroom door and took a seat by the little girl’s bed. Hey, how you doing?
poem | Professor Anju Mary Paul photo | Vice-Rector Eduardo Lage-Otero He died and I wasn’t there. Ninety-seven years old. My grandfather. In his
story | Professor Robin Hemley photo | IowaNow My sister had been sick for a long time, and when she died of a prescription drug
I only disliked her tongue—wagging loco- motion, frantic playfulness and un- welcome wet when I got too close. I would hide under the table
when you left, your hair clogged the sink again. it rises with the water, seaweed lungs breathing past every lover’s stain, yet planted into grime.
Poem by Paul Jerusalem, Guest Writer i. What they don’t show you on prospective student brochures is the gap between each tile, how differently