The stones by the river-
where we once sat,
and dipped our feet,
in the cooling stream-
have been dry for a while.
It makes me wonder
if you were a dream.


Wrote a lot of poems during training. No access to a computer yet, so I’ll post them when I finally return home. Found this one on my phone.

I’m also joining ficlatte because why not, but that’ll take a while.

Filed under: Poetry

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A founding member of Singapore-based writing collective /stop@BadEndRhymes ("/s@ber"), Valen dwells in the swamp of poetry. He has been published in various publications, including Anxious Poets Society and Quarterly Literary Review Singapore. He has performed his work at the Arts House, the Singapore Art Museum, and in various dingy bars.

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