By Sithis Yim Samnang [This is a snippet from a larger project “Red Children Empty of New Beginnings”] ✽ A night was only dark because one’s eyes couldn’t see. But eyes weren’t sights when an escape and a life needed to survive. They were mere moons and stars that couldn’t find ways to shine….
Love & Seven Numbers Away
Love By Sithis Yim Samnang Your scars are way too beautiful, each one of them is a century I missed in you. I want to be the asshole who can actually write so that the sky, brutal, is as tender as your skin. I am leaning into the afternoon breathing on every cut. I want…
Falling in Love: the Stories of UCR
Compiled by Sithis Yim Samnang You know there’s that one person when you look into their eyes, you can sense the soft idleness in your floaty little heart. You can feel the attraction and… CRASH! You fell right into that hole. And your wish is for that person to fall right back; hopefully, into yours….
To Feel Again: Reminiscence in the Present in ‘Find Me’
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!” (by Samuel Perlman) (James Ivory in…
Happy Birthday, Buddy!
By Sithis Yim Samnang Happy Birthday to my ten-year-old brother, Sotheareach! I know it’s been two years that I have not been to your birthday parties, buddy! And, for that I am so sorry. I’d really like to watch you grow up and be the best brother I can be, but I guess that is…