Canto Cutie - Volume 3
Curated by Katherine Leung Edited by G and Tsz Kam Featuring the work of: Sally Chen | New York, USA Wandy Cheng | Toronto, Canada Cheng Tim Tim | Hong Kong Atom Cheung | Hong Kong Brenda Chi | Los Angeles, USA Brandon Chu | Hong Kong Adrienne Hugh | Hong Kong icylevs | San Diego, USA Tsz Kam | Austin, USA Kar | London, UK Steven Kin | Detroit, USA Cherie Kwok | Birmingham, UK Pamela Kwong | New York, USA Julie Lai | Hong Kong Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada Lauren Man | Hong Kong Karon Ng | London, UK Misato Pang | St. Louis, USA PÚCA | Waterford City, Ireland Kristie Song | Irvine, USA Megan SooHoo | Los Angeles, USA J. Hyde T. | New York, USA Christina Young | New York, USA 莉子 | Hong Kong
Curated by Katherine Leung
Edited by G and Tsz Kam
Featuring the work of:
Sally Chen | New York, USA
Wandy Cheng | Toronto, Canada
Cheng Tim Tim | Hong Kong
Atom Cheung | Hong Kong
Brenda Chi | Los Angeles, USA
Brandon Chu | Hong Kong
Adrienne Hugh | Hong Kong
icylevs | San Diego, USA
Tsz Kam | Austin, USA
Kar | London, UK
Steven Kin | Detroit, USA
Cherie Kwok | Birmingham, UK
Pamela Kwong | New York, USA
Julie Lai | Hong Kong
Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada
Lauren Man | Hong Kong
Karon Ng | London, UK
Misato Pang | St. Louis, USA
PÚCA | Waterford City, Ireland
Kristie Song | Irvine, USA
Megan SooHoo | Los Angeles, USA
J. Hyde T. | New York, USA
Christina Young | New York, USA
莉子 | Hong Kong
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Red Basin
by J. Hyde T.
I remember the nights
when you scrubbed my back
telling me to grow up to
understand gratefulness
needs to be paid back with sincerity
That if I kept my head down
and paced along
I can brace success
with comfort you've never had
Your embrace left me affection
As you wiped my face
I thought you were my all
and to dive was to sink
Now I can't recall why
hot showers
poured like ladles of soup
Or why your breath bothered me
Or why your mutters always crept
close to my neck
pricing air
Repeating that you've paid
to pave where I stood
and to float was all I needed to do
That my repentance
was to stop keeping my head up
when I'm looking at you.
Melting Closet
by J. Hyde T.
You're looking at me through those colored lenses
more tired than agitated of what I've become
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My words bleed of gasoline
too demure to greet your ears
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