Czander Tan: “Manila Skyline”
I wonder if dance could ever be an objective criteria or a family tree
Choo En Ting: “The Revenant”
at the end, the comma / is carrying a coffin
noonherd: “xmm v sweat”
your worksheet got pilot g6 smudge my fault ah everyday / i live like this one
Nnadi Samuel: “Pixelated Bodies”
imagine you are the last thing / to draw breath in a lodge once peopled with laughter.
Chrystal Ho: “At the Hamadryas Baboon Exhibit ”
Isn’t it beautiful, how the world lives and heaves?
Naoumi Lugtu: “81” Square Arm Sofa”
Here’s a synthetic proposition: not everyone who is married is in love.
Belle Koh Han Lyn: “Some Kind of Crossing ”
In the street where I walked with my parents before I became myself, I see her porous figure clearly.
Zhao Yushan: “Kissing Game”
secretary licking NDA / NDA licking whispers / whispers licking moustache
Anurak Saelaow: “Cosmic Permutation”
i’ve walked backwards nightly through these walls.
Qamar Firdaus Saini: “Pale Lights (This Will Destroy You Remix)”
how many poems can you give a heart before it takes?
Valen Lim: “Zuihitsu”
My head, a barbed-wire bed. My head, a minefield ballet.
Cheng Him: “Froggy Froggy Jump Like Hell”
you got ask fish if they know what is wet?
Kimberley Chia: “Requiem for Leaving”
When I say I cannot love you it is not an invitation.
Pamela Seong Koon: “Strobes”
tonight i will sleep with everything i have.
Daryl Lim Wei Jie: “Sexpose”
Clones are acceptable to me if they r friendly and courteous
Natalie Wang: “Miss You. Would Love to Take You for Butter Chicken Again.”
do not care if you are here with lungs or without. we are beyond such heavy things now.
Winter A. Chen: "#041 Zubat"
What once lay dormant was a hunger for deodorant, masking the musk of boys sinning into men.
Ruo Wei Lim: “How to Be a Failure by the Time You Enter the Prime of Your Life”
At least possibility then was a numerical function, neither mythic nor utilitarian.
Jack Xi: “Why You Should Risk Less Caution Today”
We are stronger than our fathers. We are strongest when we fail them.
Christian Yeo: “The Year of Short Stories”
Everything we love becomes a myth eventually.