Shireen Madon

May 9, 2024 | theoffingmag.com | Sumita Chakraborty |Pichchenda Bao |Shireen Madon

https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Chakraborty_Offing-Recording.mp3I once lay on a floorwhile a womandangled a speakerfrom a wire,and from that speakercame the soundsof a black hole,and into that black holeI imagined sendinga sound of my own,low and tremulous,so I could sing alongwith gravity. In my dreams, I screamat the forest’s shoreline,and after a brief, velvetpause, the forestscreams back. It means something:to know you are alone,and then to learnthat you are wrong.

May 8, 2024 | theoffingmag.com | Pichchenda Bao |Jess Yuan |Andy Chen |Shireen Madon

https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/First_Prayer.m4a Poured rose syrup over my cut-apart parts Healed my body, forced lush greenery around me in an imagined Bombay In Brooklyn, looked to lilac crystals my daughters collected and cataloged vaguely each visit to the museum Reminded to be nowhere ever, never where but this body Reminded I cannot be a part or apart of history but this body Reminded I close my eyes eating rice without dal down in New Orleans or dal without rice in...