A root snaking into the wrist to find its way vining throughand around the spine like the snake on the staff of Hermesbut completely satiated and quite unlike its nature it doesnot feel like hunting today. There is a certain zone between the ground and space where no-one owns.Sometimes when I think about you I […]
Tag: reflections
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #30
I goose-body tether-walk down garden-pathfind picnic blooming pumpkins on picnic-mat and ten thousand ways to dishat a man my body plump with feathers and natural malice and my beak a car’s horn of notice me notice no geese allowed in the pub no geese allowedI am a walking instability of kinetic energy drawn to pull […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #28
Every day the wind blows, every way the cars flow like koi in the street, every flow in nature a flow towards a bottomless cliff; I want to be bottomless as a pond full of koi, I want to be boundless as the cliff drawing your hands towards the edge; every tree a spectator, every […]
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 […]
poem of the self after workshop
a subject lost in beard of old white men. boy bastards, us three. three accidents. don’t you get it? I want to be unknowable as a truth. lose the leashed thread. here is a map. walk it; I blank the names, distance distance.
Guide to Cleaning
First of all, throw what you don’t need. Do not recycle – save this poison from the Earth. No more travel brochures, guides, photos. No more newspaper clippings of dream destinations. Those only breed silverfish. Next, make a commitment. Never let clutter in again. Do not let it stay. Do not let it set. No […]
Wish List
First, patience. Second, patience – but to a reasonable degree. Patience, such that I may wait, without an inkling of what you were thinking. Maybe take a few centimetres off me, so the distance between us can shrink, by that inch which seems like a mile. Perhaps, fingers just a centimeter shorter, so that our […]
interrupt
reflections. ————– this year has been one of the most life-changing ones for me. the old milestone which every singaporean son must conquer: the ever-dreaded national service, something that to me, seemed milder than the days spent in NPCC back in HCI. I thought this way even when my head was still bald, and my rank […]
ugly stage 