A note from our Founder & Editor in Chief
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The Corporatization of Media and The Distortion of Political Reality
The media is driven by commercial bias, which is associated with advertisers who want to increase their profits. Aside from earning money, publications would be able to retrieve a diverse set of readers. Since journalism is a ‘dying’ industry, marketing and advertising are critical to media’s survival. Thus, readers would rather read celebrity or political Read more
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WITNESS THIS.
When I was a little girl I used to ask, “Dad, what does ‘can I get a witness’ mean?” Growing up in the church and listening to gospel music constantly. You hear it all the time. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept. So I asked again and my dad would say, “Kristin… it means Read more
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Truth and Reality: Dishonest Fiction
I’ve written short stories for as long as I can remember. If I re-read them now they go from being painfully hormonal, hyper-emotional to more nuanced, better crafted, with less telling and more showing. For a year or so now, I feel this is somewhat close to what fiction is meant to be — the Read more
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The Portrait of Life
On a dark and cold December night that mystified the looming melancholy stretching its wings over the starry blanket, yellow street lights flogging the obscurity and the silenced sounds hovering over the colony away from the hullaballoo of the old city. Leaning on a chaise lounge next to the foggy glass window particular of winter Read more
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When My University’s Newspaper Misrepresented The Hong Kong Protests
Somewhere in the green Taiwanese mountains, above the clouds on a hot August day, I was sitting at a lunch table in an air-conditioned restaurant next to my grandmother and her friends. Somehow, in a setting that seemed so distant from the world below us, we could still feel the fumes of the undeniable tension Read more
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Joy.
If my heart could write forever, What would it say? Would it just make musings of the pretty shapes on pretty paper to marvel at the sounds your mouth makes? Would it be long-winded Never-ending and ever twining Or would I be overcome with joy My pen a permanent smile on my lips The words Read more
