Names have been changed to protect the identities of people. Even though the names learnt are probably pseudonyms. Stepping into a new space is … Exhilarating. I’ve always liked meeting new people, but when they’re grouped in throngs at wooden tables with identical food buzzers in their hands, it’s kinda robotic and weird. They’re smiling.… Continue reading Connected with Strangers
trying not to be seduced by your one of a kind ness i can hear the quiver in your voice even before you speak emotion contagion how to contain all the warmth i have for you? or are they already spilling like a cascade of marbles collecting at your feet while your own crystal beads… Continue reading ‘/
cling wrap around my skin. stay dry – even blood runs like water here. cling wrap, like i’m preserving this body flesh to be kept fresh for another day when it’s ready, just not today cling wrap must be the reason his touch no longer electrifies the reason i can put myself face… Continue reading waterproof
Writing Exercise 1 for Words Of My Body (WOMB) – an acting workshop at HCAC. Prem Do you remember when we used to hang out almost every day after school? We’d play these educational computer games — there was this chameleon one that taught us how to spell, the tongue would extend and reach for… Continue reading Do You Remember?
This was written for a devised theatre workshop that I’ll be attending this Friday. My teacher told me about ether once. He said it was the substance that embodied the universe, a backdrop against which all other objects took their bearings. I remember thinking how comforting this must be, to know your place in… Continue reading Words Of My Body
i think i love you somewhere in that bubble of time when a word leaves my lips and yours begins, a smile already hanging by the window. somewhere, through translucent blinds your fears and beliefs do a pas de deux twin lovers feeding the other fuzzy, blurry — no. in your tendency to squirm, i think… Continue reading *whispers