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'The water slips over me like cool silk. The intimacy of touch uninhibited, rising around my legs, over my waist, up to my collarbone. When I throw back my head...

On Memory, Migration and Taiwan I have learned many words for 'island': isle, atoll, eyot, islet, or skerry. They exist in archipelagos or alone, and always, by definition, I have...

A poetic and intimate essay collection on the lives of plants and their entanglement with our human worldsA seed slips beyond a garden wall. A seaweed drifts through an ocean....