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London, UK My mother cooks curry in a sarong and shower cap. My mother has both my daughters. My mother is strong, caring, violent and beautiful. My mother makes the best ice cream. On lockdown I have been wearing all my sarongs. Sarongs mean home, in so many ways. They are what I wear in the evenings in Sarawak, to have a beer with dad or a pre-dinner snack, sitting on the veranda. In London they are what I potter and cook in. Sarongs are my private space. Home, mothering, food are ideas that (can) be linked and intertwined and get caught up with nostalgia and memory - especially within migrant communities where feeding is often the work of aunties, older sisters and mothers. Food is a way to build a sense of belonging in a new space; coating the air, your mouth, your memories in familiarity. But nostalgia can make static mothers and home, make identity singular. “My mother cooks curry in a sarong” is a line from a play I wrote (for my Phd), from a story one of my performers told me (Catriona James). There is so much in this one sentence: Food as a permanent and physical presence, specifically meaningful as a migrant, where taking up space is challenged, and the smell of food is a way to other. But also; It is a moment of care, of wanting to step away from a cooking space. An identity outside of cooking for her family, of the scent of curry. I also cook in my sarong. I don’t want to be static or uncomplicated. I want my home of Sarawak to be present in my home of London – I want my sarongs to be seen.  Anna Sulan Masing is a London-based poet, writer and academic, she is mixed race, white New Zealander and Iban, an indigenous tribe in Sarawak. Her PhD looked at home, belonging and storytelling with food as the thread through it.
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Vancouver, Canada  @ericahiroko makes a #dailyquarantinecomic and shares one of her earliest diary comics about going to the grocery store here. She is a queer writer from Vancouver, Canada on unceded Coast Salish territories.
Dunedin, Aotearoa New Zealand Tomorrow will be the same but not as this is
(to a painting by Colin McCahon, held in Te Puna Waiwhetū) tomorrow I will dream, spend hours on one gleam of sky and its sound melt away the Otago night the biscuity dark of its foreground lay myself on a slate body of water cold and curved, hollow and tailbone all and while and remembering. but before then I will mix myself like so smaller than a leaf spine / smaller than space between floorboards / smaller than sand in black dripping down into the linen of every day. and wait for a beam to send me, onwards Modi is a pianist who loves to write. She studied piano and English at Auckland University and is preparing to further her studies in London. Connecticut, USA  Lauren Young is a high school student from Connecticut, USA. Much of her time at home has been spent studying for final exams, listening to music, or sleeping.
California, USA Continuity  minji is a sophomore at New York University studying Media, Culture, and Communications.
Essex, UK
I dreamt last night of flying jellyfish and the night before of boats in the air. When I wake for suhoor, I’ve to remind myself to soften my movements, to not wake the neighbours up. We fast & break our fast in the quiet of our house, like clockwork mice put in a doll house, we move in concentric circles. I call my friends and they moan about a shared utopia of ramadan in Jeddah. We never found a masjid that didn’t laser beam my siblings out the taraweeh prayer, crawling, I don’t know of this utopia. This much I miss - waking up to the quiet thuds heard across hallways, the sound of a family stretching awake in the sleepy blues of 4 am, spoons clanking against bowls, our building shares a yawn. Sharing a bus ride with strangers to haram & feeling like I just stepped into the scene where they cast protective charms over Hogwarts, like not even the crows in the air could shit on us. Our days pinwheel into each other, we swap saturday iftars in the masjid for Facetime & a meal in pixels. Zahra is an Indian poet based in Essex. She is currently studying towards a Biomedical Sciences degree at Queen Mary University of London. London, UK  Monica is a lawyer and writer based in London.
Dandenong North, Australia  Manya is a 14-year-old aspiring artist from India.
New York, USA CLASSON RHYTHM
Our furnace eyes shine in our skulls, each iris melts glass, burns through sunshine. Our teeth gnaw at the sidewalks, tongue to dirt and mouth alight. Jean sits at the desk, photosynthesizing, brain heating. Classon Avenue is all bottles clinking, r&b refrain down the block, I put my thing down flip it and reverse it strangers talking into phones walk past, well there’s no way to know what… We still the morning with our fingers, freeze the moment with the day pouring in, move our bodies to the circadian beat, ears blistering with the unh-tz unh-tz of read, stare-at-phone, eat, repeat. We dust off our shoulders, kiss the cat once more. Some other asshole made this bed, we lie in it but bitterly. We begin to pupate. We stroke our bodies with the soft hand of forgiveness, dig in our hard heels of despair. Each rib floats like spires in the skyline, expansive. Small leaves begin to bud at our joints, green and new, shedding fuzz and curling. Jean motions one branch towards the door, trunks itching for a walk. We will crown our canopy wide and shy, spread for strangers, each limb encrusted with spring air. Every sidewalk crack creases into a grin as we slip-slide off curbs and crosswalks, narrow streets screeching with longing for our soles. kira wei-hsin jacobson is a taiwanese-american artist and poet previously based in taipei, currently based in brooklyn, soon to be based in san diego. ig: @kirazahara Hong Kong  Sheelalipi Sahana is an Indian writer, researcher and teacher, currently based in Hong Kong. She is interested in reading and writing stories by South Asian women who shone through their domestic spaces to public recognition. You can find her on Instagram: @begumati.zubaan
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