Dianne starts the issue off boldly, “████.”
Jack’s character logs in, the pain of sliding the 10cm-long steel jack into the port behind his head is barely a memory.

“My name is not Apay,” says Clara.

“There is a demon in the woods,” says Natalie.

Sher Ting breaks apart Chinese chraracters into radicals.

Jaco’s ancestor fled to Singapore where he became a merchant sailor. With the help of his employer, he leased a monstrous house from which the clan could respawn.

Pavle goes, “I did not order those biscuits and have no intention whatever of paying. You get me?!” Pavle adds, “So much was foreordained.”

Justin explores our perpetual state of dissonance with a couple of snaps.

The editors awkwardly interrupt to say something.

Meanwhile, Daryl woke up this morning, took 64 from and back to the same bus terminal with Grandpa.

Kristina’s magpie came back with a maple sapling, which the gods received. “I want to tell you that up until today I didn’t know frangipani was also a hibiscus,” Kristina says. Regarding the names Kristina picked for herself at every new school: “I’d already forgotten what the names meant, why I chose them.”

Michael’s long poem-in-progress collages together and so “disorients” two postmodern Orientalist texts: Kent Johnson’s Doubled Flowering: From the Notebooks of Araki Yasusada and Roland Barthes’ Empire of Signs.

Joses writes an algorithm to find a PhD and position rabbit ears on grandparents’ selfies, among other things.

Maggie describes how it is a crime to be. What are people asking Google about her? Maggie wonders.

Ju-Lyn writes a follow-up to her previous submission to the previous issue and goes through her “ex-hoard/ex-clutter” as a “recovering ex-hoarder.”

“Let me pose for you,” says Raphael, channelling Rodin.

Edward snaps photos of a harsh distance.

Jessa begins with an image.

Wahidah wonders what stuckness and held-back word opportunities and derailed thought-trails look like.

“… was I the only one who saw the old man …” asks Desmond.

Solitude makes sense to Jonathan.

Chrystal watches a child’s hand reach towards an immature grape in the Flower Dome at Gardens by the Bay.

Hao Yang reflects on a month-long show at Straits Gallery, curated by Jacintha Chan, rooted in a simple but compelling concept: that nature can be a space for rest and reflection.

Dianne’s back. She buys 1 packet of heirloom seeds for SGD$3.50, and all of her poetry is rewritten.

Although Kin Yunn hates poetry, he thinks about rehashing Keats for his 20th magazine submission.

The issue ends with biographies for everyone.

2023/2024.