The Tiger Wife
Wendi Deng is a Power Ranger/with Crazy Asian Magic Powers/was in Red Army? trained to kill?
TIMOTHY YU
Dearly Beloved
A love letter to someone you can never marry
The asia! team
River and the Moon
  “Look, look at me.  I reside so high
BHUWAN THAPALIYA
Good Father
  he never scolds us, oh, he never shouts.
MARIA SOCORRO TEJEDOR
Josephine
  Heavy with expectation - It wasn’t planned - Yet once heard The news is more than welcome
CELINA MCEWEN
Tragic or what?
The poet Qu Yuan, whose suicide is said to have been the origins of the Dumpling Festival, sure had a dramatic life.
CLARISSA TAN
The Lament
The way was long, precipitous in view; I bade my train a different path pursue.
Qu Yuan
Strip Club Tanka
Much-loved Singapore poet Robert Yeo shares a few of his own Japanese-style poems – and their sources of inspiration
ROBERT YEO
A New Song
  There's a new wind seeping through the clouds this morning
ANGELO B. ANCHETA
Alice Oswald
  She, that dream secretary  who knew the ways of the skies, once painted the moon by painting first our eyes half-closed: it is not so much what we see, but what we are seeped in.
Vivienne Yeo
The Library
  These shelves have been here a good many years And there are too many,  too many books to read. A few are neatly stacked from short to tall, But really, most are strewn all over the floor.
DARIUS SIT
Departure
  Never lose your passport, said my father   At the gates. This book contains your name, and Date of birth. It’s proof that you exist. I
GAYLE GOH
The Organic Life
  In awe i stand and smile in awe i am silenced by the gentle flutter of butterfly wings --
FARHEEN MURKI
Far from Chagall
Montreal: Fall Tell me it must be the weather that dyes my mind white, congeals thought –
KARTHIKA NAIR
From the Rubaiyat
  Awake! For the Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! The Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
OMAR KHAYYAM