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As if nothing’s unwound, the memory’s a one-eyed trickster and all I remember is a vein slit, red flow, staining the white cotton sleeve; the fish head cast aside, eye popped. Her face amplified in fish...
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Kai Chai Yeow
YEOW Kai Chai (poet, fiction writer; Singapore) is the author of poetry collections Secret Manta (2001) and Pretend I’m Not Here (2006). His poems and stories have been widely published and anthologized. He is an editor at the Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, and has been an editor and music critic for The Straits Times. His third poetry collection, One to the Dark Tower Comes, is forthcoming.
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When there is no more land to walk, and all that’s in front is a river that cuts this into half, you relieve yourself of all your clothes and waddle into icy waters – till you hit rock bottom. Your teeth start... media_text
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Could the Singaporean applicant not have protested Spot the ancient croc submerged in green, media_text
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here you are faceless bobs sea scented with iridescent oil as fin glistens before tell-tale lollipops media_text
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for R. O, how was America then, pre-discovery? Suffice to say there is no experience like being smack in the middle of this billowing concerto. It could turn out to be our tarnation or salvation,... media_text
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Death, My Funny Valentine Picture this. A blonde dude decked out in shimmering mail sitting on a stone outcrop. He’s playing a game of chess. His sparring partner? A tall,... media_text
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A Biogenesis of Processed Singapore Noodles for Mary Nazareth …a case of you, ... media_text
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The accessory, zipped up, Redacted, this could Keep soul, big stuff in the overhead Here... media_text
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Alerted to it, we tried our damnedest not to notice it. A damp spot on the ceiling, growing in your shorts… one day, the bag dries up. The morning after the bones were picked, a mosquito’s obligato... media_text
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