Tag: Singapore

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction

if winter was nothingness then spring must be the paradox from which something was constructed

in this fertile space: every action births some form of reaction physical or mental seen or unseen felt or forgotten

a soft feathered face stares back but the gods call it continuity

gaze into the abyss: bear witness to the darkness repeating its poem

winds wild and wandering: space thickens around absence and calls it presence

noon creek: a body crosses and the crossing remains after the body is gone

the near fatal implosion of my frail heart: a ripe mango bombs the bus shelter

called too soon to the bosom of our progenitor to fight yet another war