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Mechanism of Death (vegetable)
Mechanism of Death (vegetable)
Dear Broccoli, It is time. The revolution begins today when the crows cross the full moon. Tonight, the vegetables of our labour shall spring forth from the soil. Tonight, the smell of the earth will forever be nourished with a new vengeance. Generations of our kind, boy girl veggie alike, will remember this fateful evening. This autumn dance of detaching the artist from the art. They have run…
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Sonnet for Cold Showers
Sonnet for Cold Showers
– Written for SingPoWriMo, Day 7’s Prompt: The Found/Fount Sonnet Prompt:
In this creative prompt, we’ll be working with a new version of a classic poetic form, quaintly named The Found//Fount Sonnet.
Yes, it’s one more thang to add to our expanding catalogue of Southeast Asian forms. The Italians have the Petrarchan sonnet; the English have their Shakespearean and Spenserian sonnets. Billy…
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creamy
far away, a car wails. the sound pierces through, making its way inside, and now it is stuck. it bolts around, bouncing from wall to wall, screaming for an escape. but there are only so many places sound can go when it is trapped inside a confined space. soon it flings itself onto the walls, mashing its body into paint; a brilliant collision. sickening, creamy white becomes the colour of the…
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Clouds
Imagine me and you— I do. Imagine that our revels have ended; that this act has melted into air, like the baseless fabric of a vision. In these cloud-capped towers, these solemn temples, I think about you day and night, and hold you tight. I think about how the world could be—all which it might inherit. How the skies will be blue. How you will say you belong with me, and still my beating mind,…
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ARBITER OF TRUTH
TRUE: today there was philosophy class. what is true, they say, is determined by correspondence to external reality. FALSE: this morning, google told me the skies would be clear. but all day long there were only storm clouds overhead. TRUE: in our final paper they added a third option. the correct answer turned out to be: “all of the above.” FALSE: i woke up from a nightmare at 3 am. they made me…
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still night
every night i break a promise to myself. my pillow grows cold from waiting—and yet i think: there is too much peace to be sleeping soundly to. what is a soothing tune, a faint tranquility, if no one is awake to listen? the heartbeat of the city dims, as if all of traffic is winding down, preparing to fall asleep. every night i sit up, put my ear to glass and listen, and nobody is awake enough to…
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on a walk with you
on a walk with you
often you don’t need to speak. you’re good at letting the route do the talking. look, it seems to say, no matter what happens the sun still spills its yolk into the sea, mixing itself like a bowl of ban mian. the waves still lap at the shore, rich and bursting with flavour. around the bend, friends chatter about getting dinner. a golden retriever chases a ball. when the sky changes colour, the…
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In shades of black and white
In shades of black and white
Translated from Harini V Between flesh and fingernail I once buried a symbol of love. Whenever my home slips away from memory, whenever I feel alone and my shoulders grow heavy, I rummage for the medicine buried in the nail beds, lost in the rooms of my mind. Even with the windows locked, and the gaps under the door plugged with cloth, the heat still dissipates, with each passing second, leaving…
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