Don’t call them dogs.
Protest is merely a sound
for ears that must stay deaf
for those who feed above.
They are more bothersome,
just as you are bothersome
as a roach, they are people
who have reasons of their … more »
Tin Yuet, Sky Joy, also a public estate building’s name:
meals by good friends’ parents always make you doubt
if yours have been serving you the right recipes.
We ate everything. Wai Ching’s parents could deep fry
a slipper … more »
The graduation ceremony
had to end early, the chancellor
left with guards. Students
held signs in black gowns, saying,
“You can’t kill us all.”
How do we live up to that?
Inaudible, the sound of choice
midst human traffic.
These … more »
Or so the collective chant goes,
but no, ideas are not bulletproof,
they can be usefully forgotten.
What did you do a month ago?
Truth is, I want you to be safe,
want you to sleep so I can sleep.… more »
Don’t betray me,
his brow suggests
behind a covering.
I offer him a beer
as reconciliation,
which he refuses
in the presence of
cops. It’s not illegal
to drink publicly here,
I should mention.
I have sketched out
a park … more »
There was something silent,
Splendid,
About the way night descended,
Intent and inevitable, it
Fell upon me-
Stone monkey, once equal to heaven,
Banished years ago,
Today freed.
But the walk is drawn
From weight of a mortal, and the … more »
Dream of redesigning
Interior space
I just need a
Little refresh
Something to lift my spirits. To
Cover up this
Matte, non-colour
It’s
Sucking the life out of me
Swirl paint stick
Melted butter
Rises to the rim
Last time, … more »
(Watching Chinese Movie: Better Days)
I am of, two persons
Wearing a mask makes it easy
Sometimes forgetting is possible
Crying helps
Living in fear for the Next is
Answers.
You are not alone.
Looking alike is so much … more »
Snow on the branches,
but green underfoot.
The sound of a creek finally able
to pull itself out from under the ice.
Crows cry out with hungers
I keep as my own.
Even Basho couldn’t escape from fleas and lice… more »
““According to Chekhov,” Tamaru said, rising from his chair, “once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.””
– Haruki Murakami
Some will stutter, sorry and strange,
Some will smile, weird and wicked.
A gun’s greeting will … more »
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