Tag: Singapore

come to cradle with warm limbs: silence fills the empty side of bed

dreams: of spring’s serpent whose gaze is the cool and calm of sapphire blues

a light oceanic breeze brings scents of brine and the fishy secrets of the darker depths

fluid: sickle reaping motion sends golden flashes across the rice fields

in this finite space of morning a certain kind of darkness lingers in the hearts of men

speechless: spring walks out the door with a miserable drizzle

presumed long gone the flameback woodpecker returns to console the fruitless tree

in the graveyard of chaos: butterflies float gently from limb to limb saying prayer

the roar of chainsaws: as butchers saw the limbs of the mango tree and not a single tear was shed

for supremacy: in the conflict of seasons the bodies of the living become collateral damage