Tag: singaporean poetry

the lake of second beginnings

first, to visit, you have to be lost. second, there will be no guide, so open your eyes. the lake before you is just a diversion. watch out for the lonely boat, beating itself against the shore. check below the seat. there, you shall find an oar and or a map. it doesn’t matter. row […]

The Conjuror’s Closet

“Tomorrow wears yesterday’s face.” – Flavour text from ‘Conjurer’s Closet’, Magic The Gathering Warily the doors creak as I am reaching into the ether again my hands are billowing in the current of adrenaline and shivering like kites caught in trees I am reaching in to bring out magic trickery (n.) the practice of deception […]

Brittle Jade

You bottled message parlor woman. You crackled knuckle. You tremulo. I am divining josses in your will. I am folding you into a boat. I am paying Father to take a short trip. To look elsewhere. Oh, you cloud of jade. You page of filled out crossroad answers. You wreath of drawers. You little wreck […]

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 […]

The Machine: As it revolves, upon itself

written for Alt Txt – Experimental Poetry workshop, conducted by Desmond Kon Title taken from Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Sonnets to Orpheus, No.18 14 fixed words (although I guess I should have shifted stanza 1 to make a spine with stanzas 2-4) Should come back and edit this some day

Following the Last Act

  When the curtains fall -that’s it. Well, everything ends eventually. So, there isn’t any real meaning to it. No extended metaphor. The only conceit is mine. The story just ends, its characters, presumably, not having learnt any better, and people may or may not like the ending. That is OK. Personally, I’d rather the […]

Holes

Holes 1. When the holes started popping up so did the epiphanies. Men and women rushing to the mountain, eager to find where they fit. When it showed up on the telly I wanted to switch it off – but there I was, rewinding and rewinding the footage, trying to see if anyone I knew […]