POEM: Fried Rice (Nasi Goreng).

We were talking about food last night and a memory came back to me – for the umpteenth time. Narrow and dark and most of all hot. If I ended up at a back table, 3 or 4 metres inside, the sweat would pour from forehead and my hair would be wet enough to comb […]

Sajak Starbucks Setiabudi Kuningan

SAJAK STARBUCKS SETIABUDI KUNINGAN Aroma kopi starbucks memanggil-manggil Tapi dengan loyo, seperti kental kopinya juga Dasi, rok rapi, bersih sejuk suasana tanpa ganjil. Tiada sandal jepit, wajah capek peminum, itu gampang diduga Berlindung dari alam bising pindah ke alam plastik asing.