I looked over to the walls of the room Nothing, nothing but mirrors. Mirrors reflecting me from every angle. My best, my worst, every...

white marks mask my nine-year-old skin from the itch that lingers after wearing my sa-bai lingers. golden earrings, ruby flower pins --...

when i call upon the mischief that undulated beneath this undying land, under air sheathed with a foul taste of the flosses of flying,...

cicada sounds beneath mellow sunlight, aubade from the east, where the sun rises. dances in black velvet clothing and sphere silver...

entangled with the riverbank, I lay as my eyes watch the clear liquor flow. my body aches movement, but -- the water creates a blockade...

the beauty of the tides match those of your eyes, before they were imbued with a shade of surrender, that I couldn’t recognize. the one...

these are the stories of the city - the stories the soil absorbed. the stories buried in the courtroom - with the culprit absolved. these...

The stigmas we put on ourselves, the one my family tree placed on me. The kinds that were taught generation to generation. Kept on the...

sadness always caresses her face. darkness always finds her eyes. she doesn’t understand why no one understands her. yet continue trying...

helpless. It became a regular routine to feel helpless, to be wandering around nowhere looking for nothing all the while dreaming of...

I stand on land that was threatened and shared. I stand on grass that grows taller than my knees. I stand on porous concrete, saturated...

Written by Pinmada (Mye) Makornwattana, published on the Thai Enquirer