If you love me, say it at odd hours of the day and night, with your hand on my face or arm. These poets spell it out in moments of ecstasy, tinged with fear and from the deepest vulnerability. Young or old, each voice enters love as if for the first and last time, mining for meaning and celebrating the timeless paradox of impossible completeness.



Cyril Wong is the Singapore Literature

Prize-winning author of Unmarked Treasure and Tilting Our Plates to Catch the Light.

  • POMP

    blooming in our blackened beauty

    ascending sunlight draped in black

    conjoined through a ruse of light

    tongues scraped in consonance

    words swallowed and refusing to part

    we enjoy such pomp of past regrets

  • by Mish'aal Bin Syed Nasar

    Mish’aal used to spend his working hours behind a very thick piece of glass. He writes, acts and plays music.

  • back to poem

    The music of the spheres in midnight

    farts; angels sing through blocked noses;

    the tussle for the never-big-enough blanket

    is silent; our bed never too small

    for us as we lie sprawled like headless

    carcasses on a butcher's slab; open

    mouths and grunts for snores; soon to awaken

    to a world of burdens and bills

    with putrid breath, puffy eyes and the promise

    of together.

  • by Krishna Udayasankar

    Krishna Udayasankar is the author of The Aryavarta Chronicles, a bestselling series of mythohistorical novels, which has received critical acclaim. She is also the author of Objects of Affection, a full-length collection of poetry (Math Paper Press, 2013) and is a guest editor of Body Boundaries: The Etiquette Anthology of Women’s Writing (The Literary Centre, Forthcoming, 2014). Her poetry and short fiction have also appeared in international anthologies.