
A name
A personal meditation on being othered due to a foreign, non-Anglicized name.

The Poet
“But if Rupi can rake in the money with line breaks and / Taylor’s feminism can inspire naïve joy / Maybe I still qualify as underground music…” – take a look inside Tzy Jiun Tan’s poetry book.

US Embassy
“I wanted to punch Uncle Sam and scream” – Tzy Jiun Tan visits the US embassy in Malaysia, in a poem amid the Trump regime.

Grandfather's God
Mhraf Worku takes us to the heart of a religious ritual, stained with apprehension and family history.

Motherland
Weaving Malay into her verse, Tzy Jiun Tan writes about her relationship with her country.