by Vincent Wong | Mar 14, 2017
mirror, mirror by Ilyda Chua i. princess, you wear the words they spit like strings of pearls around your wrists and neck. foolish and frivolous and fucked over and fucked up, they spit, and you take those words, press them to your skin like an iron brand, ...
by Vincent Wong | Mar 14, 2017
“Home Movies” by Nicolette Koh I roll a tape, of memories in scene takes: Stranger in the dark, but no longer in the night She comes to play drawing across a body canvas “I am here to stay,” she says. So gently she sways, the curvature of my ocean wave Wide...
by Vincent Wong | Mar 14, 2017
human endeavour by Maisarah Kamal i. first, start by throwing salt into the sea. sprinkle a pinch or toss handful by handful. salt to taste. if it needs more, add as required. ii. cry fat, wet tears. soak the tablecloth. let them run your cheeks. mix well with the...
by Vincent Wong | Mar 14, 2017
The Word Beautiful by Velyn Lee The word beautiful is quite a mouthful. A gush of sounds that you can’t quite wrap your mouth around. Its nine letters strain against the opening, pushing, kicking; eager to hear the sound of its own name, spoken aloud, for the...
by Vincent Wong | Mar 14, 2017
IT DOESN’T WORK. by W. Khalisah you think it can be fixed back but it can’t. you see this broken thing in my hand, wings folded backward, bones jutting out white metal gears spinning endlessly more out of momentum than actual movement. it’s going,...
