listening

that there would be the gentle shock of
mild surprise, where the muscles seize and the
dawn begins to crawl. that there should be such
fragments, held together in tense abeyance. i cling
to no solemn imagery, only the silhouette of a
recently emptied room, the elusiveness of mountain
torrents, the tenderness of sudden dust, the compulsion
of greater absence. at the strained engulfment of
sundown, where the tread of dawn rouses the
bones, there the chiaroscuro begins and ends.

Jonathan Chan is a writer, editor, and graduate of the University of Cambridge. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore, where he is presently based. He is interested in questions of faith, identity, and creative expression. He has recently been moved by the writing of Tse Hao Guang, Rodrigo Dela Peña Jr., and Balli Kaur Jaswal.

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