A note to shelf
But you couldn’t even read my mindeven if I were an open book, so to speak,a conduit for expletives and clichés if I were only, truly, as you imagined For a […]
Gibberish
You cannot sing your breath is gushing with water your lungs are pumping gasps instead of gas When love is a cube perfected extremes that stretch straight to the core […]
Quarter Past
Open the windows and let the scarce summer wind conjure figments and fragments distant memories. Remember how we were told to stay indoors from March until May only to let […]
Northward
I am filled with your song, your intense serenade the happiness in your eyes grips me, seduces me, the sadness that you bring beckons me, calls my name, commands me, […]
Ode to Paper
Once more, I write on paper once more, I acquaint myself with an object so familiar with my eyes, nose, lips, fingertips and ears once more, I write on paper. […]
Roosta Puhkeküla
Spaces are shaped by sound, the ticking time allows me to see. Eyes closed, I find many ways to sleep but there’s no way to silence my heartbeat. Sounds shaped […]
Two Worlds Apart
The dawn breaks again, tears two worlds apart— day from night, light from dark, lip from lip, reality from reality, you from me. There’s thunder in your arms, lightning in […]
In Passing
To write a poem I don’t just sit back I sleep. I throw my pen and paper like I would flung about the covers and sheets and let the dreaming […]
Ode to Paper
Once more, I write on paper once more, I acquaint myself with an object so familiar with my eyes, nose, lips, fingertips and ears once more, I write on paper. […]
Words
Despite the golden calm in Singapore and the late afternoon midsummer sun, my fluttering, fleeting heart is flooding as if the hovering typhoon in all of Manila made landfall in […]
Year End
While on board, five hundred knots of clouds and words propel my train of thought into fresh (water, please) streams of (plain soda) consciousness ploughing the seamless atmosphere. Turbulent spasms […]
Year End
While on board, five hundred knots of clouds and words propel my train of thought into fresh (water, please) streams of (plain soda) consciousness ploughing the seamless atmosphere. Turbulent spasms […]
On Skin
Calligraphy on skin/photography (2014-2015)
Art Basel
What is, we often ask, real? Is it the slightest thought that moves and shakes the ground or the tangible matter that lays still and fills the empty, blank space? […]
Cambridge
II.XIV.MMXV In Retrospect Red-letter days call for celebration save for this one, a date is in order to gratify her wants, or his hunger for singles though, this warrants obsession! […]
#JeSuis
Call it #viral with a hashtag. Then describe how it exploits and perpetuates inequalities. Like a pandemic breach of the peace, among us. Spread a #virus with a hashtag. Now […]
