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 closed2.06 pm 10/10/17 “Kaur is probably right; I’m pretty sure the reason her first book sells so well is not based on the inherent accessibility of her poetry, but because of its good placement within bookstores, aesthetically simple cover, and the massive Instagram hype around Kaur herself.” – Lindsey Adler…
Comments closed“Why didn’t you write poetry during your six month military service in Turkey?” “If your mind is not free, how can you begin to think free thoughts?”
Comments closedI was thinking of algorithms. Or at least, what I will refer to as algorithms. And axioms – or rules of thumb. The thought started in a hospital: the hospital I frequent, where the pharmacy dispenses medicine through robot hands that transport the appropriate medicine (hopefully) from one end of…
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