Geoffrey Biddle’s photographs of his family.
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My Daughter
Geoffrey Biddle
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Alphabet City
Geoffrey Biddle
‘When I first worked here, the neighbourhood was not called Alphabet City. It was the Puerto Rican part of the Lower East Side and the Puerto Ricans called it Loisaida, low-ee-SIGH-da, a new York-Puerto Rican version of Lower East Side.’
The Translator
Tahir Hamut Izgil
‘I might walk endlessly’
A poem by Tahir Hamut Izgil, translated by Joshua L. Freeman.
Spam for President
Harryette Mullen
‘My voice may grate your nerves again.’
A poem by Harryette Mullen.
Friends
Jia Pingwa
‘Your friends might never know you intimately. There are those that will know you intimately but never be your friend.’
Jia Pingwa on friendship.
Ocean Hotpot
Si’an Chen
‘I promise you, the committee only looks at two things: how feasible a proposal is, and what it could actually do for the environment.’
A bureaucrat and an entrepreneur discuss environment-saving proposals in a short play by Si’an Chen, translated by Jeremy Tiang.
