Tag Archives: Joshua Ip

Chilli Bawang

They needed a virgin, they said. They had already prepared the offerings – red chillies and white garlic impaled on satay sticks. Most were Christians of some denomination or other, but all were Singaporean theatre practitioners, so they swore by … Continue reading

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Get Ready Already

We aren’t ready for the monster yet, they hiss at you through clenched teeth. I haven’t done my eyeliner yet! pipes a reedy voice. Just five more minutes, I beg of you. We aren’t ready. You mutter something about how … Continue reading

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Last night the furniture attacked the gays.

Stools tripped them up, side tables snapped at shins, The upholstery-in-arms unleashed a blaze Of blindingly offensive color schemes. Cords pythoned into bathtubs, crackling mayhem, Commando pillows crinked their sleeping necks, Formerly steady chairs collapsed beneath them, Loose wooden dowels … Continue reading

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your name | my name

should be the borderposts between lidfall and -rise, the last half-hearted passport stamp before the no- man’s-land our bodies trundle into, driverless, a straightaway, no streetlights, and the midnight median flecking into morse. when we exit the twilight zone these … Continue reading

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On Turning a Two-Dimensional Person into Three Dimensions

it is important to me that you gain depth of field your downloading silhouette resolves into the rest of you your nose perks out of the shot like a stray nipple your cheeks taper away from their cliffs coloring with … Continue reading

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Dear Editor of The Journal Of Unrequited Poems,

What do you mean you are not exactly accepting contributions? How hard is it to just say no? How is “it’s complicated” an acceptable answer to an emerging poet soliciting feedback on his craft? Why are you asking me for … Continue reading

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first kiss

the very first time the girl was kissed she took a photo in her mind like ticking landmarks off a list of highlights she researched online. after the fact, she would return to tweak the levels, and refine the details, … Continue reading

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