kindness sown among the meek is harvested in crisis

By rui ho when all this is over, the world will remember —

it’s hard to keep a white dress clean

By rui ho buy a white dress for the confessional. knee-length, no higher.

—sunset on venus—

By Tang Sumi if you walk on the surface of venus, you can see the sun setting forever.

heart’s content

By riel i always have something crawling under my skin.

acceptance.

By Tang Sumi left behind, we carve out the empty spaces of ourselves, emotional inertia filling in the afterimages of other pictures.

walking, unmoored.

By Tang Sumi left in the moon-soaked night, the city turns to ink. a change but not a reversal. a spectre made solid.

3 a.m.

By Silvia Suseno too late at night we are perched in front of a washing machine you are giddy with boyish glee about how it spins.

funerals

By Emmy Kwan funerals are pretty compared to deaths grim reaper set his tent at our doorstep

The Stump

By Tristan Tan its lines rise and cascade marks etched into memories

a eulogy for my living father

By Chua, Richelle Aubrey Ang … see the flesh underneath, hemispherical kiwi slice, perfectly rough on the surface.