Amber Issue 1 - Feb 21

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instructions for self-destructionChua, Richelle Aubrey Angput me in a petri dish and watch the wounds fester,—psychedelic episodes turned season fourstuff me inside a box and out comes a sheep—little, delusional prince who rules a planet with one rosebeat me down and bleed me blue—dysfunctional limbs like a puzzle missing a piece***culture the embittered man and watch him thrash aroundinside the glass plate he’s created for himselfgrow baobabs and let the weeds overrun the pantry,three holes are just enough to breathe throughreceive the successive punches with a crooked smilewe’re playing operation: disable the spinal cord28
a eulogy for my living fatherChua, Richelle Aubrey Ang… see the flesh underneath,hemispherical kiwi slice, perfectly rough on the surface.i do not have to tread through layers upon layers ofsnow white hair (i, your magic mirror, to tell you that you arebeautiful)these? worry lines—boiling hot material &mantle mechanisms cut the crust open,hills that came spitting out ofthe core of the earth, swallowed up in one, thentwo swift chugs of sweet carbonated cokepapa, these are not your college days when you sit inwakefulness to draw yet another blueprint, the sugar rush to keepyou company. you map out the coordinates at the backof my hands, grooves that stretchskin-tight to saggy to-... sometimes i sit in wonder(sipping coke in hand) and reminisceabout your trips to outer space,taking nothing but your brutestrength (fished out the sun with onehand and a couple of nebula stars withthe other) ... even gravity couldn’tdrag your sun-bright smile downpoof! you are the fairy godmothersitting at a spinning wheel stool,axis tilted at about 45 degrees.the spindle needle is not a lifelong cursebut instead, your lifeline.prick! the little vial sits emptyat palm of coarse hand.… and as i sit in your placeto weave and piece and stitchthe blueprint of your life together, andbreathe life to these cold, buried words,the thimble shakes furiously.i am not a great seamstress buti slot the thimble back in,& sew.29
Page 2 and 3: ISSUE 01 | February 2021EditorsWen-
Page 4 and 5: ForewordThe three of us all met at
Page 6 and 7: Cloud NineLiang Li Yeeyou wait for
Page 8 and 9: EATING WELL.rochelle leeHer love is
Page 10 and 11: i hoard stones in glass houses.riel
Page 12 and 13: AcceptanceAlice ShenWhy must I be l
Page 14 and 15: Kate sees them in real life.After a
Page 16 and 17: heavily, once, and then crumples th
Page 18 and 19: “But Mrs Lee—” The teacher tu
Page 20 and 21: he’s gone, she closes her eyes an
Page 22 and 23: But in the tail end of the month, w
Page 24 and 25: first hungerEmmy Kwanit was cold.pu
Page 26 and 27: kintsugiAthenabroken pottery in the
Page 30 and 31: The StumpTristan Tanits lines rise
Page 32 and 33: I hadn’t begun going through his
Page 34 and 35: My eyelids met as I sank into a pil
Page 36 and 37: As I approached, he shifted his gaz
Page 38 and 39: 3 a.m.Silvia Susenotoo late at nigh
Page 40 and 41: acceptance.Tang Sumiafter “concep
Page 42 and 43: —sunset on venus—Tang Sumiif yo
Page 44 and 45: kindness sown among the meek is har
Page 46 and 47: “I’m home,” she announces to
Page 48 and 49: The shouting fades, and now her mot
Page 50 and 51: for a while. It’s okay if you don
Page 52 and 53: One week after the funeral, Megan h
Page 54 and 55: her accent and gestures, and Megan
Page 56 and 57: ContributorsAlice ShenAlice Shen is
Page 58 and 59: rui horui is an aspiring writer who

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