Here, I feel the earthly space
‘God is Great’ reverberating through the mihrab
caressing the wanderer’s solitude
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Here, I feel the earthly space
‘God is Great’ reverberating through the mihrab
caressing the wanderer’s solitude
Even in rain’s stinging wind, I
can see a wave of leaves swell
& tumble, like the tide coming in-
to shore with its bits of glamor—
I wait until all earth is quiet
and land falls away,
one side a map
outshining blue light
The trampled feathers found in any city street around the world are a metaphor, or a trace of the beauty and the life that turns grey beneath our feet because we are so used to walking through the same streets every day that we become oblivious or desensitized to what is around us.
I want a love that burns the skies
but all you want is to dive deeper
into the ocean.
Moving past wild trees, feet covered in wet mud, every now and then she looks up to the sky, following the rays of the sun, praying she is not lost.
Stopped at a red light after class; we see Lake Erie.
All the life it holds trembling in its dark, still palm:
the yellow perch, the walleye.
I have known many great rivers in this world. I have known the Tigris and the Euphrates, fallopian cradle to human civilisation. I have traversed the vertiginous lengths of the Iguazu and the Parana, as they discharge the untamed heart of South America into frigid waste seas at the end of the world.
Garden State Palimpsest explores Singapore's constantly changing landscape and its residents' relationship with the land.
We called him Cubbie
Because he was found in a cupboard
in my in-laws’ driveway.
Singapore intimidated me what with long-declared dogma that any personages caught chewing gum—which was banned after vandals had mucked up sidewalks and keyholes and mailboxes and railway doors—
The birds are conspiring again.
An open field means an open agenda,
collusion with the sky.
Dead wings or living feathers,
he counts them in flight
against skies wrung with pastels
and traffic babble. Black-naped orioles
are yellow pips in tree-stubble.
By experimenting with differing combinations and possibilities that each material presents, my works offer the audience possible narratives and ways in which to look at and think about the relationship between man and nature.