AWAY WITH WIJI THUKUL I The sun was orange in the summer. The grass smelt like fresh bread. Wiji Thukul didn’t like bread; he spent every morning boiling rice in a dented saucepan. The water always spilt over the edge of the single-serve pan, bubbling like soap. Wiji would lean over his rice like aContinue reading “AWAY WITH WIJI THUKUL*”


we are nowhere and it’s wow is mikael johani’s first poetry collection. it’s divided into three sections, home, home part deux, away, and we are nowhere and it’s wow. because he likes being coy. home is away, away is home, part deux is part un, nowhere is somewhere etc. includes such orientalist pseudo-political poems asContinue reading “wow”