The Sea Remembers
KIM CHENG BOEY
Just when you turn your back on it and give it up for lost, it starts to come back, tides sweeping in from the lost horizon, or maybe it is rising in you, the sea returning with its waves of remembering, its lilting cadences and lapping folds on the mossy, weedy sea-wall, the hum, the chugging of sampans and tongkangs, the stirring sea breeze and bracing salt air….
Le Morne Beach - Pilgrims - Solar eclipse
ESTHER VINCENT
The night is a new kind of blackness that surprises.
Infinite stars like crushed ice overhead…
Unseen - Murugan
JOHN MATEER
she never did see the ghost of the Dutch soldier,
headless, nor of the nun he loved.
Grief in Realtime
KIRLI SAUNDERS
we wait for the artist or the child to
hold
know
curfew - mother: a life in four acts
KO KO THETT
you look to the future
me always at the moment
Fading Horizon
JEROME MASAMAKA
Sky and Stars
to ferry us home.
summer lines
JOSEPHINE CLARKE
soil turns to sand rolling hills of sand
The Ultimate Page
AFEIF ISMAIL
Co-transcreated with VIVIENNE GLANCE
And it ends with a short sentence:
‘All tyrants are thrown into the dustbin of history.’
Cocos (Keeling Island)
RENEÉ PETTITT-SCHIPP
quick fingers, memory of muscle
Penguin Island
NADIA RHOOK
you tell me this story without a
ray of sentimentality I
Albany
RENEÉ PETTITT-SCHIPP
at the end of the world
water threading down throat will be your manna
sun unseasonal, sky triumphant