If a body is a pocket of possibilities thenmine is full of change. These past few weeks, I have rediscovered discovery. redrawn all the lines. O Joy –my days are a loopthat begin and end with saying your name.My days are polaroid photos dangling light from twine-vined walls.There are too many thingsI want to send […]
Tag: poems
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #54
Let’s say we see the world in frames,let’s say everything is visual. Imagine this – a field of birds, spilling into sky; the solitary path of a pigeon touched as gently as a shotgun can. Picture a bird gingerly leaving its nest, satinside the open mouth of a cadaver. That’s how the world will reinvent […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #36
it was evening / when we foundyou in the garden / sleeping in the middle of a fairy ring / or that’s how we’ve chosen to interpret the event / now know that I am not saying you are magic / but rather that it is drawn to you / like all new mysteries are […]
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
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #18
i’ve been thinking of how to make a poem which isn’t a poem which is to say since everything can and should be poetry everything should and can be treated as such i wake up in the morning and my sheets are crumpled over in a balled hedgehog curl bound on the end of the […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #17
No mercy for the zealots, no mercy for those with their eyes shut and their hands over their ears rocking in their chairs over and over, no mercy for those who pray but do not practice, no mercy for false lovers and those who decide based on convenience, no mercy for those who engage in […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #16
Walking down the city boardwalk I am in pursuit of a greater evening. It is a miracle and a privilege to be alive and doing nothing at all. I commiserate and I conversate with the crowds of nobody relevant. Sometimes I let words unentangle their tongues in my pockets. My hands are at home there […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #15
God was a carpenter because I don’t know any carpenters. That is a way to start a prayer,in the same way it is to end one. Sometimes in the middle of crossing the road I stop to think of the luminal space between God and pavement. Consider: God as pavement.Consider: God as atheist. I am […]
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/
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #14
Staring down the clock to divine meaning from the intersection of clock hands. Hands on top of hands, layers upon layers of intimacy stacked like a half-shuffled deck of cards. Is it any wonder why we personify Time? But why is Time a father? Time has never given us pause. Time is a mother, time […]
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