The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed.  They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me.  Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night’s harsh light.  I glare back, spit my wishes in spite....

    This Too Is Prayer No, not some lover's glance, a newborn's grin, sunset, autumn leaves - but this: green fluorescent protein, a molecule borrowed from the jellyfish to turn our cells to glowing dancing labourers we applaud as they go about their daily...

    Psalm 19 To the Fathers at the Paris Seminary Jean-Marie Beurel, Priest, Church of the Good Shepherd, Singapore On still days, when this meridian city becomes an image of itself – masts hung with cloud on the water, sky turned to stone above white...

      New Perch We balance on the balcony like two Japanese cups on a high shelf - together - rim to rim perfect and fragile in equal measure. A shingle of stars lies scattered across the sky; it takes a long time for their light to reach this far -...

    Manners Gladys Walker ascended to heaven in her eight-first year to find the place not at all to her satisfaction. Glancing critically over the field of serrated clouds upon which a manna market had been erected, she collared the next person who jostled...

      Cherry Blossoms Today dark blue is my facial colour. So can you see ashy-indigo confetti? A cherry addict admires pale pink fluttering down in lambent sunlight. But through the flyaway organza of misty breath, my skin hides another complexion that...