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Singapore, Singapore

Singapore, Singapore

« A little later, we might abandon cities altogether, scatter the rich grain of humanity across galaxies, those vast plains and endless glades where everyone would have a bungalow, swimming-pool, garden space. »  —Alvin Pang, Real Estate

In my father’s head is a map of Singapore quite different from the ever-dancing web of abstract colours that we have come to know from the official records, the bus and train stations or the increasingly unreliable...

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Could the Singaporean applicant not have protested
and thrust a poem of simple scenery instead?

Spot the ancient croc submerged in green,
bifocal periscope scanning for terrorist movement....

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“Wealth … is the means by which we fulfill our desires.”
- Interview with Stan Davis & Chris Meyers, Harvard Business School Publishing

Hence the cat’s languid stretch, its bullet spring,...

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Street-view
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for M.

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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Death, My Funny Valentine
By Yeow Kai Chai (Singapore)

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,...

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are easy to possess—the dim tunnel

where trains flow, submerged halls

fevered and dense, make it such

that if we go barefoot we will touch

high places, anyhow—or so they...

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here you are faceless bobs
like flotsam in the strait narrow

sea scented with iridescent oil
radiating in rainbow swirl

as fin glistens before tell-tale lollipops
are sucked into the...

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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...

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and this is the beginning of it all,
in the middle of someone
always someone else’s narrative
when one barges in, spewed like an
interruption, our first cries dissonate
(even...

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between our arrivals and our
Departures, it is a strangely
guiltless territory

- Marne L. Kilates

With my wife in her usual high-altitude slump,
seat-belt fastened, the cabin...

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Skylines
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