‘also of endless books’

October 22, 2015

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstair indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also of endless books.

C.S. Lewis


October 21, 2015

The thing is, words we say online are kept by the web, who occasionally flings them back at our faces in unexpected moments. the strangest ones are those we remember deleting. If I wrote you a story, then took it back without consent, did I break a cardinal law of the universe? In giving you words I wrote, did I make us co-custodians? God made the octopus, then told us to take care of it. I’d miss it if He took it back. I’d always thought those words were mine, but I’m thinking again.

I think while sitting on a stone bench watching people and buses at a muted interchange; my tea egg dismally cold. While reflecting on my egg I might have missed my station, but the lady announces serangoon so I’m still en route to cluny court. There, I’ll present white and blue slips of paper, and have my passport returned to me. Possibly eat at adam road after.

More than a year ago, I looked at my phone and typed out goodbye. I have said goodbye again and again, I am saying it still. How long will the silent screen keep my farewells, when return me my words? I never gave them to insentient faces.

family, on love

October 11, 2015

Joy taught me to park
Caleb steeped me in the art of making tea
Joshua lives excellently
Aunty Merle does all things well

Nat drilled me to say sorry in spite of my pride,
and that conflict can be faced
Daddy inspires with his integrity
Mommy with her prayers

But you, you with your quiet love and strong protection,
always patient, so affectionate,
Discovering you hunched over my French forms
filling the blanks on my behalf
Has undone me completely.

Times like these

October 7, 2015

I want to walk over
Bang on your front door
And yell

All my grievances
Judge your sins
Demand resolution.

I want you to know what I think of you
My conflicts and confused arguments in my head.

I want it all aired so my organs will be clean again
You haze of a thing
I’ve been smoking and your particles stick in my lungs.

‘To travel in patience is to make peace with time’