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Sometime in my youth it became cool to make fun of the military displays, tacky costumes and cheesy mass dance performances at Singapore’s annual National Day Parade. As a working single National Day became a welcome day of rest, perfect timing for a short getaway.
Leave a Commenttonight they come to die mad, mad October you make me lose my mind rioting leaves run, running red ginkgoes, under our feet pureed everywhere…
Leave a CommentIn that moment, anything is possible, even death. Riding against the wind, his face against your hair, arms around you as he maneuvers the scooter…
Leave a CommentIn memory of Hiroshima A Thousand Lights taking my hand, you say Basho lived here. we climb until the pagoda fades and distant islands twinkle…
Leave a CommentWould you have kissed me back:
The night of Typhoon Tokage?
Amoeba on Telegraph
Somewhere above the Arabian Sea
I hear the clap of the tambourine,
Reversing time, and you’re calling me;
