Glad to say that my poem, “Statistics in Search of Structure” was published recently in OF ZOOS. Check out the poem here! http://ofzoos.com/8.1=ValenLim.html
Tag: alt lit
Micky Mouse, on Dropping a Bomb Over the Enemies of America in the Thick of WWII
A poem I wrote is now out in SingPoWriMo Issue 1: The Lines we Navigate. You can check it out here: https://www.singpowrimo.com/features/micky-mouse-on-dropping-a-bomb-over-the-enemies-of-america-in-the-thick-of-wwii-valen-lim
KINGFISHER; FOREST CLEARING MEDITATION
Absolutely chuffed to say that two of my poems, “Kingfisher” and “Forest Clearing Meditation”, have been published in The Galway Review. You can read them here: https://thegalwayreview.com/2019/09/15/valen-lim-two-poems/
ODE TO ODES TO LOVE
Glad to see that my piece, ‘Odes to Odes to Love’ is published this month in Mistake House. Check it out here: http://mistakehouse.org/article/ode-to-odes-to-love/
ARS POETICA AS NESTED MEMORY
Glad to say that my piece, ‘Ars Poetica as Nested Memory’, has been published in Cathexis Northwest Press. You can check it out here: https://www.cathexisnorthwestpress.com/ars-poetica-as-nested-memory/ https://www.cathexisnorthwestpress.com/may-19-valen-lim
House of Madness
In this house of flies I sit with my mouth agape, two-jaw encore to a wake. Eyes wide and white as saucers. Face masked in a glossy sheen. All insects die; yet here I am, still thriving like a beehive. Someone’s fucking shouting again. The queen smacks the back of my head and again, someone’s […]
Hall of Mirrors
My writing adorns the walls of this ridiculous, worn-down circus tent. Fitting, that I’ve mastered both walking the tightrope and cracking the whip. I jump, through flaming hoops I set alight. I am the elephant, the seventh clown stuffed into a clown-car. A churlish charade. Watch. This is the part where I shoot down all the tin-cans and pick the giant […]
origami
“Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance Gentle, now. Unfold these shoulders: feel the creases, smooth them out, slowly. Skin meets skin: a tender joining of fragile things. Careful folds, […]
Expecting
Somewhere, a room falls into sterility. We sit there, blank faces surgical tools minus scrub and garb. Who will make the first cut? Who can? Here no-one is the most qualified. And so, we wander without walking. I catch the butterfly, wing-eyes fluttering open and shut cases. You check your chapbook for ever-creasing lines. We […]
transmitted messages to orphaned pagers litter the landscape, sullying the soil with words which follow others , phrasing phrases such as “I’ll call you sometime”, “I’ll see you tomorrow”, et cetera et cetera ad infinitum. we lie facing up, like numbers on a tattered phonebook – seeking reception – but we operate face down; plugged […]
ugly stage 