First of all, let me apologize for my four months missing in action. Mr Thunder and Ms Rain are on their way, hence, I have to finish this before they found me. Or, if I’m daring enough to write this under their nose (Eek, if they ever have a nose lol)…
I’ve done some manuscript editing and then put it aside cos’ I have something in mind that I have to do, or else it’ll be like a raven crow pecking my head wherever I go.
WanderInkZ Creative Services – I’ve set up this small business venture on Facebook to sell my framed and printed poems, instead of printing them in a chapbook. This is for those who wish to purchase my work individually, of course it’s not as cheap as a chapbook. Having said so, I’ve spent all my time to choose the best photo frame, beautifully designed papers, of which some I designed on my own, using fabric tapes, lace tapes and other ornaments, in order to provide the best and well-decorated artwork…in writing. I’m also taking in personalized poems ordering. This business will also branching into writing motivational poems, poetry editing services and poetry writing workshop. Do check the page out and click a ‘Like’ (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/wanderinkzCS
ZiggyZag Arms Poetry Journal – It says it all, as a published poet besides volunteering for Eastlit to be part of the editorial board member, I’ve started my own online poetry journal. It aims to publish under-represented and emerging Asian descent poets around the world (even if you’re half Asian, you’re welcome to submit). The publication months are February, April, June, August, October and December. Do check the website: http://ziggyzagarmspoetryjournal.weebly.com. Facebook ‘Like’ us (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/ziggyzagarmsPJ
Stay tune for more of me and my other baby-ventures…
Took a trip to your hometown,
Where you promised to show me around,
By the fountain we’d danced,
a lovely duet of miles and miles apart.
Challenge me the difference between winter and spring,
Before you leave me with Summer the stranger,
‘Two in One Soul’ is unknown to a Scarlet Letter,
but it has envisaged in confusion and bittersweet.
At the playground, of smiling nose and lips,
Men and women sharing the responsibilities,
building merrily institution for their children,
This maternal clock is ticking like a nuclear atomic.
I had scribbled lyrical poems on random basis,
on the notebook you gave me when we first met,
I put my hand on this half-beating heart,
Eyes on the tilted artwork by the dune,
‘My love, I miss you so.’
This love is not an obsession
yet difficult to remain conscious
fumbling with insanity,
Like a bird I should hold it with care,
neither too tight, nor too loose
In case the curtain closes;
damage committed –
I will let it sink and swim
in this pit-less heart.
They say uninvited love hurts a lifetime,
let him go move on look forward,
The right one will eventually appear;
be patient and persevere
Bear in mind that True Love Waits,
But there’s something no one would resonant:
Once his name has been set in this mind,
will always be as pure as wine,
Saw your words
upon the neon screen of fame,
put on that ear to ear smile,
Not for me only
but for the rest of your
beautiful boys and girls —
Separately, we will write
our chapter to make
a better today;
from this moment on
forget about tomorrow
for a little while,
right here and right now
say grace and give thanks.
Sneak preview of Jet-lagged
“There was a reminder of that cold wind that had taken over the summer breeze. Once our footprints were swept by the ocean, are we still able to memorize what we’ve shared?”
Thank you for all your support, my beautiful people
Dear Beautiful People,
Yours truly is writing this to inform that there WILL NOT BE any poetry update in the month of December. But I will be posting four micro-fiction (Flash fiction) in December on every Friday, instead of fortnightly. So, that’s some bonus for all of us. *smile*
To be honest, I have other priorities – lots of readings to catch up, stories and poetry editing for any up and coming journal submission, plus I have to reply my pen-pals’ letters that I haven’t been doing for quite some time. Hence, please take note this is NOT my retirement from the poetry scene.
I hope everyone will still continue to support my work and me. Over here, I wish all of you an early Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Thank you very much…
Much love & With Utmost Appreciation,
Have you seen my hair clip?
The one I couldn’t leave without —
You then ignore as I’m rummaging
through your drawers and cabinets,
You detach it from a stack of script
and then put it on me before ambling
to the kitchen with my coffee mug.