Tag: Singapore

teatime how this flesh craves the silence

the spring forest invites you to consume its solitude

and that is what sets the forest apart from humankind it shows no mercy

spring at dusk the god of clouds playing tricks on mortal eyes

the art of popping bubbles best left to the wild devices of kids

the concrete silence echoes across the spring landscape

of softcore sensations the drizzle that vanished within moments

violence is the name of this evening’s silence

spring noon feeling sorry for the lizard that fell from paradise

rewritten on a leaf vein the shadows clustered beneath the moonrock