The July issue of Quarterly Literary Review Singapore is out. Here’s some lines from “Quarterly Report No. 2: Central City Waste Incinerator” by Yeow Kai Chai (music reviewer for the Straits Times), a poem that I thought tangibly tripped off the tongue:
the rhythm is a xylophone ribcage
bones scat like songfolio unfolding unto itself
at the cleft of such lavish chin (Link)
I don’t think Toh Hsien-Min, Chief of QLRS, remembers me - we only met a long time ago, and I haven’t been really participating actively in the creative writing scene here in Singapore. But I do think QLRS is quite a nice labour of love.