Thanal Online, a bilingual online magazine which publishes both Malayan and English poetry, has published my poem, Vanity Fair.
[Link to the poem]
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Six Poems & Bio in "Other Voices International Project"
I now have a page in the Other Voices International Project, which I am truly honoured and happy to be a part of. If there's one place that has a culmination of world-class poetry online, it's that site.
I'm in Volume 32, alongside other wonderful poets. Roger Humes, the director of Other Voices called the collection Behind the Ebony of Our Destruction, which is a line from one of my poems, As They Do. The poems included are One Man, As They Do, Regard Me Sadly, The Painters and I, Just This Moment and Loneliness: A Mental Indisposition.
[Link to my page]
Note: the bio can be read by clicking on my name and the poems by clicking on the titles on the left-hand side.
I'm in Volume 32, alongside other wonderful poets. Roger Humes, the director of Other Voices called the collection Behind the Ebony of Our Destruction, which is a line from one of my poems, As They Do. The poems included are One Man, As They Do, Regard Me Sadly, The Painters and I, Just This Moment and Loneliness: A Mental Indisposition.
[Link to my page]
Note: the bio can be read by clicking on my name and the poems by clicking on the titles on the left-hand side.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Update on Soul to Soul
I now have two pages at Soul to Soul. My new page, where updates will be, and my second page, where the older poems are.
The page is update with three poems, My Friend, And They Say, Hope and A Verse of Disquiet.
A Verse of Disquiet
We are the angry
generation, slamming
doors and breaking
hearts, living off
the last lie we told
as we scrape our legs
climbing out our windows,
looking right and left
trying to make sure
we remain unseen.
We are the Jimmys,
and all the Cliffs
are in hiding, underneath
their shame at sharing
this world with us,
or perhaps they're starting
to become extinct.
We fight for the right
to be separate; unique,
so colour me this:
a portrait of the sky
in orange, the stars like
glitter even in daylight
and our hearts on fire.
We are the generation
of no gaps, we wink
at each other cunningly
and yet; there are no secrets.
This is our world
that we claim is filled
with disquiet and yet
with every verbose patter
we ejaculate,
we dig ourselves deeper
into white noise.
The page is update with three poems, My Friend, And They Say, Hope and A Verse of Disquiet.
A Verse of Disquiet
We are the angry
generation, slamming
doors and breaking
hearts, living off
the last lie we told
as we scrape our legs
climbing out our windows,
looking right and left
trying to make sure
we remain unseen.
We are the Jimmys,
and all the Cliffs
are in hiding, underneath
their shame at sharing
this world with us,
or perhaps they're starting
to become extinct.
We fight for the right
to be separate; unique,
so colour me this:
a portrait of the sky
in orange, the stars like
glitter even in daylight
and our hearts on fire.
We are the generation
of no gaps, we wink
at each other cunningly
and yet; there are no secrets.
This is our world
that we claim is filled
with disquiet and yet
with every verbose patter
we ejaculate,
we dig ourselves deeper
into white noise.
Friday, 9 May 2008
Poem in All Things Girl and Featured at Soul to Soul
One of my newer poems, Red Carpets, is in All Things Girl's current issue, Sacrifice.
Ruby Youth is this week's featured poem at Soul to Soul.
[Link to Red Carpets]
Ruby Youth
You walked around
with a lipstick stain
hovering near your lip,
just missing the curve
of your cheeks,
the dip in your lips.
You smoked
your last cigarette,
your eyes red,
your cheek tainted
with a lipstick mouth.
You shave, nicking
yourself in that gap between
the lips of that lipstick smile,
decaying, eroding your skin.
Wipe that lipstick off,
melt into the wave,
disappear and be found.
Ruby Youth is this week's featured poem at Soul to Soul.
[Link to Red Carpets]
Ruby Youth
You walked around
with a lipstick stain
hovering near your lip,
just missing the curve
of your cheeks,
the dip in your lips.
You smoked
your last cigarette,
your eyes red,
your cheek tainted
with a lipstick mouth.
You shave, nicking
yourself in that gap between
the lips of that lipstick smile,
decaying, eroding your skin.
Wipe that lipstick off,
melt into the wave,
disappear and be found.
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Pictures & Package from Clemson Arts Center
I got sent the photos from the Clemson exhibit. The place looked really wonderful; I still can't quite believe my poem was the center of it all! I've posted some photos here, but follow the link below for the full album.
I also got a package today from Deborah. It had the exhibit handouts, some of the white cards (the kids did a great job, they're really cute), a card shaped like Van Gogh from her, the staff and artists of the Art Centre. Also, most amazingly -- the painting Lisa Marie did (fourth one down). I love it! Lisa also included a card. It was just a wonderful package to get.
All in all, I'm very honoured and flattered to have been selected for this.
[Link to full album].
I also got a package today from Deborah. It had the exhibit handouts, some of the white cards (the kids did a great job, they're really cute), a card shaped like Van Gogh from her, the staff and artists of the Art Centre. Also, most amazingly -- the painting Lisa Marie did (fourth one down). I love it! Lisa also included a card. It was just a wonderful package to get.
All in all, I'm very honoured and flattered to have been selected for this.
[Link to full album].
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