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Echoes of Vulnerability: Lina Phoebe Jeong and the Intimate Universe of 'I House Them All’
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Echoes of Vulnerability: Lina Phoebe Jeong and the Intimate Universe of 'I House Them All’

‘I House Them All’ is a book of short stories that contain multitudes within them. They’ll make you think fondly of the you that you used to be and the people who loved you then. They’ll make you forgive yourself. They’ll make you listen to the noises in your head and make peace with them. And they’ll make you want to keep in touch with yourself going forward—keeping tabs on each version of you, Are you okay? Are you grateful? Do you need someone to sit with you for a moment? It’s okay to ask. 

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Girl In a Dying World
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Girl In a Dying World

This is our future. So, don’t blame us for being reckless, irresponsible and high. Life should be about living, seeking, loving, crying, being heartbroken or drinking on the rooftops at 1 a.m. We are just trying to suck out the last drops of feeling before the world runs dry. Before it’s your time to go and our time to face what you have given us.

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“The Tea Tastes Different This Morning”- a Covid-19 Collaborative Poem
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“The Tea Tastes Different This Morning”- a Covid-19 Collaborative Poem

A month ago, we asked 50+ participants to create work relating to COVID-19 over the course of 24 hours, and then pulled our favourite lines from each one to form a collective experience through a single poem. Following the cycles of human nature and grief, this is a love letter to the people who helped create it.

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Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
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Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

I always find myself reaching for little faded memories of whispered verses during a half asleep car-ride, or the way they’d move their thumb in circles around the palm of your hand when preoccupied.

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