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your hands are stained with the blood of the world

and are cold against my skin but

i am not afraid

This is just a snippet of a poem i am working on for the exhibition i talked about a month ago. Here are some of the ideas Jo and i have over the last few weeks: 

1) the body: the heart, veins, skin and bone 

2) a voice that "cannot be killed even if it's silenced"

3) red string

I cannot wait. 

I found an Enid Blyton book at the photo studio the other day. My personal library no longer has my Enid Blyton collection and I do miss reading her stories. If you think about it, though, her stories with toys in them are horror stories. Rocking horses that rock by themselves, talking dolls, dolls that cry at night... It can be very disturbing. 

I was watching a drama serial and they said that fairytales were written for writers to escape from the real world. I disagree. The original versions of popular fairytales are extremely dark and depressing- why would you escape from a dark world into a darker world? 

"OF ZOOS is an electronic literary journal by Singaporeans for Singaporeans, and everyone else. We publish poetry and its sub-branches."

And Issue 1.2 of OF ZOOS has just been released- my poem Bertha can be found in this issue. Read it now. You can also find the poems of other writers, photography and film art.

What I am reminded of when I see the words "poetry" and "poem" now, though I see them in my mind all the time: A FRIEND AND I HAVE SECURED A PLACE FOR OUR POETRY EXHIBITION.  

the next exit is no way out / the bridge ahead is long enough / for you and I to take our sweet time on

01 It was Animal Day in school about three weeks ago and this is Kiki the papillon. I just want to kidnap him djfskdfhskjdhfksjdhfsdf 

02 And this is Momo refusing to look at the camera because there was food somewhere else. You can see Scooby her blood brother being a photo bomb here. Scooby, by the way, is a LARGE dog and he likes to show his affection by jumping on you and leaving muddy prints on your clothes. Both Momo and Scooby (and about five other dogs) were strays and are now up for adoption. Remember my cause anyway?

03 The most obnoxious parrot ever. 

04 And then I went home and thought about my baby who died three years ago. 

05 / 06 / 07 / 08 My new obsession in school / new book / new dress / new watch whoa whoa whoa so many new things.

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In the meantime I'm re-writing my poem Bertha for a literary mag. Hope you're having a good week!