Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

Charting a path, navigating the dense
straggly-vined rainforest, past lives we
have left to hang and dry, look at how
brown their bodies are, these woven
hemp-rope effigies, these forgotten
memories and elegies; with a machete
in hand I cut through the past time
line by line. Forging a clearing in
the middle of nowhere we send
prayers in thick billowing shirts
of smoke into the heavens. Come
find me, come find us. I cut the poem here.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

Filed under: Freewriting, Poetry


A 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, Eunoia Review 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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