Writing in the time of corona
I have a new writing spot - please come join me there. It is HERE. Being a freelance writer sucks right now. A tricky gig at the best of...
Learning to Love Chilli: a poem, in parts
It’s like fire down the back of my neck, my hairline inflamed, my tongue hits my front teeth as if looking to escape. Fuck. Fuck. I am...
Twitter Threads
Sometimes I have a rant on twitter. A lot of the time these are ideas that I hold dear to me, but am trying to process. Writing, saying...
For National Poetry Day
For National Poetry Day - I think this is my favourite poem. Written for my PhD, performed by three women, in cyclical fashion. Each...
My open letter to Kit Harrington
Dear Kit, In regards to this comment, articulated in the Guardian piece. What you're referring to is objectification. You're objecting to...
Hot steam and burnt tongues, Sundays
For TOAST magazine's October 2015 column for Yauatcha Life, I wrote a piece/poem about home, belongining and memories - and of course...
Don't sing in the kitchen, or you'll marry an old man
"Welcome to Dayang's chicken curry stall. Through her mother's recipe Dayang brings you the rich flavours, smells and stories of her...
The city and home
The wonderful photographer Ming Tang-Evans sends me inspirational things, all the time! He recently sent me this clip on Japanese...
Narratives, in four parts.
I am begining to write a new play about a Malaysian woman living in London (who navigates her identity through food), which has made me...
Talking about food
"...talking about food, did you hear about..?" To me, that sentence could lead to anything! TALKING ABOUT FOOD is a project that begun in...
