Tag Archives: Christian Yeo

bugis street

once, we were prising open hum*; you said we were headed the way of plath. she sells seashells by the seashore, we try, tongues collapsing entangled. we mix ichor and brown. liminality speaks briefly lacquers our glances with dotted stars … Continue reading

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farm mart

pair of blue overalls, half-strap firearm, pinky fingers tangle messy. two children and one boston baseball cap; twice we call out, ke yi wei ma, hands stretched upwards lilt backwards arching half- creolised mouth-shapes contouring familiarity into the shape of … Continue reading

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the canal

my feet splay when we ride on buses, turnstile lopsided soles turning spokes forward and back, writing over shut-eyed calls in darknesses, curtis crooning the best that a man can do – in these interstices, the lowing of voices floating … Continue reading

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on show days I write morning essays

indigo coffee spills soy corduroys: sprinting through corpus doors we hurl books tousled messianic (says, all the world’s a) shut up let’s run through scene eight again. we keep forgetting dialogue, shit damn motherfucker, fifteen minutes till doors open, have … Continue reading

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Chai Latte

for Lent “Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you.” – Carpenters Barren terraces peek out from behind light filtering through windows. Mirrored solace and once-verdurous neighbours, whence … Continue reading

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survivor’s guilt

between pews and altar there is unloving I kneel and enfold smooth fronds beneath sagging wafer and grape juice. I give my pieties in whispers, offer joss sticks to fields of living. rental flats flatten the road to church, tracing … Continue reading

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