literature

notes from george town literary festival

I don't think I've had time to sit down and write since November ended, which is in some ways a pathetic excuse, but here you go—now it will be as if you were with me. my fellowship at the arts house has ended and I haven't even had time to process it. but we went…Read more notes from george town literary festival

the real fucking sacred union

second (concluding) weekend of the singapore writers' festival & as First Literary Fellow of the Arts House FellowshipTM I was obliged (pleasantly!) to be at many things, including quick and dirty networking breakfasts and teas, and a certain fAnCy sit-down luncheon at the Brasserie Astoria that involved my friend Ichi (who writes excellently under the…Read more the real fucking sacred union

just looking, thanks

subscribe for immediate updates and secret love notes to your inbox or send me anonymous responses. I love it all. it's week 4 of eating almost-expired yoghurt in my little room and laying on my back of this exercise in free-writing and trying to garner psychic revelations through lying on the floor. back when I…Read more just looking, thanks

living in the friction / leaving in the fiction

hello love, it’s me again. comment, reply in my inbox, send me anonymous responses. I love it all.or, subscribe for updates delivered fresh to your inbox. if you write in aptos font you get aptos thoughts. and if you write poetry in arial expect arial verse. I saw an Instagram ad this morning that went…Read more living in the friction / leaving in the fiction

portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate

I am shitposting (literal) again. congratulate me, for I've been having some extremely large and alarming shits. about two months ago I decided to re-embark on a colonic journey to make my elimination of solid waste far more regular and less anxiety-inducing. so far things I have tried include: using a standing desk at work…Read more portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate

largely hard and hardly large

part of getting your attention span back in the era of the Age of Attention is that there are so many urgent and necessary and demanding things in the world, but what the fuck is new? out of spite, I've decided to start making bad art if I cannot make good art. I've decided that…Read more largely hard and hardly large

morningpage.11 (whiteboards, made up snack packaging, impostor syndrome, bleach times)

Amanda F. Palmer and the Art of Being Seen on thoroughly parsing eye contact 'i like everything you are saying with this look you are making me  nervous' - found on the underground whiteboards, 26th november 2016: my heart is at ease knowing that which was meant for me will never escape me and that which…Read more morningpage.11 (whiteboards, made up snack packaging, impostor syndrome, bleach times)

morningpage.07 (harry potter, spinal column, tinfoil, snoring)

I am learning / to flick a knife open with / one hand I am holding / my breath / for no reason until I calm / all the halfway down I am content / sharing this burrito / with you I cannot take / this much / bliss with me / into the tomb…Read more morningpage.07 (harry potter, spinal column, tinfoil, snoring)

morningpage.06 (cockatrices, hurt, why is the measure of love loss)

yes, I am heavy-handed with / the garlic / with my lovers' eyes / the finicky chicken claw caress that comes with not knowing / how to relax into one's own being -- I mated thrice with a cockatrice / all gamble / no artifice / a comb of eggs hidden under the flap of…Read more morningpage.06 (cockatrices, hurt, why is the measure of love loss)