Tag: Singapore

a strange thing: a moth is only complete when it finds its flame

ritual for concern: when shadows gather beneath the same tree without explanation

like magic: eyes follow the mist until it disappears

the sun goes dark and somewhere within a prayer for rain is offered

a slow consuming wildfire of grey spreads from chin to cheek waging a war i might never win

what is left of summer is gathered and placed at the foot of the mango tree: to be devoured

the pearl grey fog lifts and the moon reveals her darkest side

silver outlines each blade of grass in the dark before dawn

late into the day: morning’s thunder we carry deep in our pockets

evening draws near: never shy away from the debaucherous side of you