Fiction & Essays

More than six decades after being inspired as an undergraduate in Sydney, Ron Witton retraces his Indonesian language teacher's journey back to Suriname

Makassar International Writers Festival and its ripple effects

We need to learn more about each other. If we do, we will find that in many ways we have much in common

Hearing about my mother's experiences in May 1998 became a pivotal moment that has shaped my life. 

Ghosts and spirits often come up in conversation but attitudes are changing

This essay is the first in a new series featuring the writing of and edited by young people.

How can you get rejeki? Like everything else about rejeki, the answer is something of a mystery.

Lontar Modern Indonesia Series

Lontar Modern Indonesia Series

Translations of Putu Oka Sukanta’s trilogy of novels, bring his stories of struggle, oppression and resilience spanning over sixty years of Indonesian history, to an English-speaking audience

Poems by Putu Oka Sukanta were translated by Vannessa Hearman and Kiernan Box with commentary written by Vannessa Hearman based on her interview with the poet.

Locked out of live theatre, Dina spent time pondering the meaning of physical space, enjoying rest time and helping others stay safe

Terkunci dari teater langsung, Dina menghabiskan waktu merenungkan arti ruang fisik, menikmati waktu istirahat, dan membantu orang lain tetap aman

Book clubs and creative communities have headed online where they provide Jakartans with vital connections and solace during the pandemic

Bandung School of Peace is leading the fight against intolerance in West Java

Professor Suryani and her team are making a difference

Practices such as Imlek masses are a welcome example of tolerance and plurality

  His gaze is fixated on an indeterminate spot behind me, his arms hang loosely by his sides. Wearing nothing but a pair of faded black shorts, his ribs and collar bones rise above his cavernous stomach. His bulging eyes stand out. A ray of afternoon sun penetrates through a few holes on the attap roof above us, shining on some part of his left arm and shoulder. Sitting on the ground of this six-by-eight-metre hut with his back leaning against the wall, his dark brown skin blends in with the soil underneath us and the bamboo wall surrounding us.