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shadow the night is so great i get to talk to you you understand my cheap excuses today i have a secret are you there i have secrets for your ears only come out even if only behind my back every time i'm unhappy i would lower my head tonight am i not unhappy enough or have i already forgotten my unhappiness forgotten about you

前不见古人，后不见来者。 念天地之悠悠，独怆然而涕下！ no sages before me, and no prophets to come brooding on the vastness of the universe, my lonesome tears begin to fall

'Kindness' from Wong May's A Bad Girl's Book of Animals (Ethos Books, 2023).

'Here' from Wong May's A Bad Girl's Book of Animals (Ethos Books, 2023).

'Wait Until Dark' from Wong May's A Bad Girl's Book of Animals (Ethos Books, 2023).

Reading of தாம்பத்தியம் (Marriage) by Salma.

'In Good Faith' from Wong May's A Bad Girl's Book of Animals (Ethos Books, 2023).

தொலைந்த கனா  (Tholaintha Kanaa) Within the wet noses  Of the crocodiles straddling this beach  The lukewarm river  Lies sideways.  Why is it  That you are asking For the freedom to dream? The river that flows valiantly in torrents  Shall wage a solo war against the sunlight  For all to watch.  The forest that is  The stench of raw flesh  Stuck between the teeth of crocodiles.  You too,  Brim like...

Reading of 'Bila Dirimu Keliru' by Maarof Salleh.

Ini nasi yang kusuap (Masuri S.N) Ini nasi yang kusuap pernah sekali menjadi padi harap melentok dipuput angin pokoknya kerap tenang berisi tunduk menatap Ini butir nasi yang kukunyah sedang kutelan melalui tekak basah jadi dari darah mengalir dalam badan gerak berakhir Angin kencang mentari khatulistiwa membakar raga petani di sawah panas hujan dan tenaga masuk kira dan nasi yang kusuap campuran...

春夜喜雨 （杜甫） Translated by Prof. Stephen Owen 好雨知时节，当春乃发生。 A good rain knows its appointed time, right in spring it brings things to life. 随风潜入夜，润物细无声。 It enters the night unseen with the wind and moistens things finely, without a sound. 野径云俱黑，江船火独明。 Over wilderness paths, the clouds are all black, a boat on the river, its fire alone bright. 晓看红湿处，花...

My Aspiration Huang Kai De Since young I had known The secret behind My melancholy. One day, our teacher Made us write an essay About our aspirations I picked up my pen, thought for a while, And peered at the neighboring boy whose gaze Was fixed with anticipation on faraway Mars. And so, with floating frivolity, I wished only for My Adam’s apple to grow So I may, with a hardened courage, Love, so...

Pearl Bank i.m. 1976-2019 The pillars, too, regret this. The columns are full of outcry, staircases weep, and the glass doors, whose wheels are still running in their tracks. In the driveway, left in haste, are possessions too big for the moving-van: a bedframe, a mahjong table with its tiles discarded, a winning hand. After this morning’s rain, a smell of death has come to roost among the debris....

happy poem huang kai de i write you into a fine & lovely poem so i may with good cheer get closer & pretend it’s chance you say hey you’re here too & i say this is my perfect-est work Translated by Hao Yang

This month, listen in on a conversation between Laura Jane, Saara, and Theophilus Kwek, author of Giving Ground and Moving House, among others.  timestamps poem that resonates with him right now (1:35) what are you reading right now (5:30) what does it mean to you to be a writer (6:35) intersection between writing life and day job (7:25) what does singlit mean to you (8:40) singapore's histor...

Gently Is My Longing Boiled Zhou De Cheng The living: weary; the dead: weary The wind bends at its waist, and even the night knows no rest To stand: ennui; to sit: ennui The joss stick curls, and I would rather be half-asleep than wide awake Hesitation ruthlessly softens your legs Grief deeply runs through your furrowed brows The fire boils my longing so slowly, so slowly Smoke trailing our offeri...

Chapter 9 of The Great Gatsby narrated in full.

Chapter 6 of The Great Gatsby narrated in full.

Chapter 2 of The Great Gatsby narrated in full.

'And I still wait for the day when someone figures out how to do a proper critique or review of spoken word, to properly recognise and discuss the nearly two decades of evolution and development in that scene in Singapore.' - Joshua Ip, 'Where Have All The Critics Gone?' (2019) Saara and Hao Yang discuss the first sploosh! session, going through the definition of spoken word and evaluating individ...

Hao Yang reads 'sunday'(from Anything But Human) by Daryl Lim Wei Jie.

Hao Yang reads 'Visit to CCK Columbarium' by Daryl Lim Wei Jie.

Hao Yang reads 'some or the other number' by Daryl Lim Wei Jie.

Hao Yang reads 'The Forgotten' (from A Book of Changes) by Daryl Lim Wei Jie.

Hao Yang reads 'The Wonton Noodle Seller' by Daryl Lim Wei Jie.