Tag Archives: Godwin Tan

Chinese Tea

The fishing drink, as my father calls it, with a thin string that grows from its half-bodied sachet of crushed leaves and cheap netting. A miniature form of his fibreglass rod, the pole vault that propels him into his next … Continue reading

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Across wallpapers

Soon, I found myself tracing fingers across wallpapers, imagining histories that walls have stood to witness, but bodies have refused to carry and mouths have refused to tell. In hospitals, screams and sobs have bounced off walls and rebounded onto … Continue reading

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