想跟你妈说的话
A long time ago, in another language… a language I don’t write or speak as a native tongue, so go easy
A long time ago, in another language… a language I don’t write or speak as a native tongue, so go easy
Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This is from 2007. At the stroke of eight each morning, I awoke. All my days in India have always had purpose, and it was especially purposeful in Calcutta, my crazy, lovely, chaotic, I hate you I love you Calcutta. This was a luxurious hole in the wall, [...]
Reposting stuff I like from my archives. This is from 2006. Rajasthan, at the peak of summer. There are no tourists around for miles, except the two of us. For a good reason too. Tell any Indian you were in Rajasthan in May, and he is bound to exclaim, “Vhat? It’s… hot!” And when an [...]
Whether it’s a long-haul transatlantic flight or a regional short hop, or even just a trip out on a local bus, the process of meeting and eventually talking to strangers, can lead one to use quick heuristics in sizing them up. Perhaps it’s our automatic mechanism to do so in order to pass the time, [...]
Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This is from 2006. It has also been republished in print in GASPP, A Gay Anthology of Singapore Poetry and Prose. I am still a feminist because I am no longer ashamed of saying I am one. I have grown tired for apologizing for so many of the [...]
Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This one’s from 2006. 1. There is this picture of us back when we were even younger; snapshot circa 2004. 3 years after the start of our life together. If pictures could tell a tale this was the tale of us on the page just after ‘happy together’, [...]
Reposting stuff from the past. This one from 2005. There she is, your ex-lover, across the bar and incandescent. Gleaming as she always does, though perhaps now from that diamond ring perched so effortlessly off her slender fingers, which grip the cigarette tightly in other places. You steal a glance. You steal two. You kick [...]
Where I post stuff from the archives, the stuff I like. This is from 2005. Do you remember how when we first met, I thought you were Adrienne? You were in blue jeans, and a black, backless top. I was in what I used to wear years ago, and still do. Haha I guess things [...]
Where I dig into my archives and repost stuff I like. This one’s from April 2005. 1. Wherever I go, I am not allowed to forget – how perfectly crisp and displaced my unaccented English is. If there is an accent it is not one you can pin down. To my countrymen it betrays my [...]
Where I dig into my archives and repost stuff I like. This one’s from 2005. like the foreign worker who, having spent six days of every week, fifty one weeks of every year, building for a country that is not his, listening to languages that are not his, but whose greatest pleasure comes from talking [...]
Blast from the past: digging into my archives and republishing the stuff I like. This was originally from 2004, and reposted again in 2005. And again now. 1. It is the universal truth — before any woman, man, boy, or girl, is able to walk, first she must spend time crawling. And so it is [...]
Some weird poetry from 2003, when I was a wee child. 1. two weeks before and the morning after all that mattered was not what really happened where it brings us now, or what a gamble we’d just taken. It was you planting your signature hasty goodbye sweetie on my cheeks in the elevator just [...]