Another day of sameness Spent in a cubicle space Lying down Silence intervened with only Slow squeals of the ceiling fan Fighting a limp battle Against the resonant heat That makes sweat trickle down That wizened skin of his He…
In the cozy nest that you build often, lying beneath you, my cerebral cortex wanders, waits for the game to be over. That one question plays hide–and–seek through my giving in. Am I of so little worth? Amid the glory…
On Singapore’s urban redevelopment policy In London, they keep six ravens captive to the superstitions of the Crown. Imagine being born with wings only to find them clipped and useless for flight, only intermittent perching, handicapped on a well-manicured lawn,…
The underwater coal mines closed in 1974, but the tortured souls of Korean and Chinese slaves still linger like smoke among the tumbled apartments, tea rooms, and temples; as I step over broken sake bottles and around an overturned tv,…
Where did you place your dining mat? Why does your belly seem so fat? I asked for tomatoes and you brought onions! Look at the way you dress, weird in millions! Where are you going? When would you come? Digested…
Sometimes when I look up at the sky And catch a glimpse of a bird or two, I wonder how those wings smoothly fly Ever so easily, cutting through the blue. Sometimes I hear a crow crowing, Its smooth,…
As we wait with bated breath, Good prophesies of the sky, Curses fall above us, and curses fall below us, And some deeds refuse to die. As we traverse the sands of time, Leaving memories behind, Some whispering, wispy ones…
The warmth of the blazing Sun Inspires the hopeful life on earth. Its light shines through heaven And a million of hearth. Without it there is no day, night or year, Wonder how, Its so far but so near. The…
I should wear my skin inside out and see how the world looks at me. My entire nervous system on the display. I want the world to see my veins, the hot blood that flows in them: Red, blue, and…
On a Friday night, when British Airways lands in Trivandrum and I get down, they doll me up (my short hair elongated by fake plaits, my face powdered a little too much, my eyes smudged with heavy kajal, I smell…
After the terrible fight that leaves us broken and in parts like bread crumbs on a lonely Sunday breakfast plate- I grab you by the chin and work your jaw until you spill all the words out- Your tongue rolls…
Body, you are a miracle. Blemish, dark spot and mole; cellulite, layered skin, or skeleton frame, they (who they?) decided numbers for you. Waist sizes, hip sizes, thunder thighs, needle arms, beautiful, ugly (skinny, fat, thin, curvy, busty, chubby, blah,…