12/10/18 10.28pm as you sail you watch the lights slowlyblinker in slow motion, neutrons bursting spillingout over the split radius of an astigmatic glare —those star lights blinking like the beacon of last callan equal longing,a whimper, a bang, a soft shellchristmas waiting for you in the gentilerain blessing and…
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10/10/18 6.00pm utown bus, back in the groove moments of clarity can strike sometimes in this sticky summer heat where every thought is a haze rising from unknown spaces in the clementi compound, the insurmountable gap between kent ridge and home. we are little ants scurrying from space to outer…
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2.15pm 5/10/18 “Once I had a woman I could call my own Once I had a woman, now my woman she gone Once there was a river, now there’s a stone You know it’s evil when you’re living alone Water of love deep in the ground But there ain’t no…
1 Comment9.38am the first day of October, 2018 Image: E.E Cummings (Poetry Foundation) I was recently perusing an article on the pitfalls that people fall in when making websites (in HTML Hell, we use the blink tag…) and I was surprised to come across a minor point the article raised: content…
Comments closed2.30am 02/09/18 “pencil me into your dance card” he flirted with the idea spun a staircase or two lingered at the doorway where the bass shook my feet, were duct tape. i lined the walls as a reminder of a lost trolley pushed up against the bathroom after taking one…
Comments closed09/03/18 2.52pm when ill at home i wish not to err or flood my bandwidth, you know the bandwidth of my youth. always pulling back and slapping one’s own wrist, reminding you of the longing looks you cast out of the window. when you have to do what you have…
Comments closedOCaml From the Very Beginning, John Whitington Special note to those who have already written programs When I was a boy, our class was using a word processor for the first time. I wanted a title for my story, so I typed it on the first line and then, placing…
Comments closed(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired…
Comments closedWe don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these…
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