Article Author: Lyanna Choi

dragon in the Euphrates Lyanna Choi i left persepolis in raging ruins when i laid my grief to rest in the euphrates the boys in

A Lament for July Lyanna Choi Don’t you still remember The days before September? When blood ran hot through our veins Instead of cold on

How the Artist Lost Her Colour Lyanna Choi When I was a child I saw all the colours Of the world From the warmest sunset

Evening Star Lyanna Choi   When you and I Were children in July We would lay on our backs and look up at the evening

White sheets, white clouds, white shrouds. Cold marble skin untouched by frost. Ephemeral elegance immortalised on a frozen face.   A flock of strange faces