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A Migrant’s Story

Poetry by Jee Leong Koh

THE CERAMICIST 

For Hong-Ling Wee (arr. 1992)

On a NASA scholarship to map the world,
she walked into a workshop on a whim
to throw a lump of clay on a wheel and feel 
a foggy, quiet, pink, revolving world
evolve into an object of the mind
under the body’s pressure, slight and sure,
and, afterwards, surrender to the fire,
not that of fire, but that of accident,
for a ceramic rocket fallen back
to earth. And this she did, for many years,
living on little, explaining less, until
she was surrounded by the fuselage.
When the towers gashed vermilion and buckled, 
she was alone at home in Union Square.
The noise expanded as it dribbled off
to meet its echo, second detonation
worse than the first report, in summoning
half-buried images of Hiroshima
and Nagasaki. In a foreign mood,
she heard the phone ring and a female voice,
acclimatised but recognisable
as Singaporean, asked for Wee Hong Ling.
She never tires of telling this story, how
the Consulate located her and every
Singaporean within an hour of disaster,
when a black hole opened but was avoided
because a star had called, a star called home.
She never tires of telling this story, which
I now tell you in my own fanciful way,
each iteration also explanation,
the how developing into the why,
why her pitchers, bowls, vases levitate.

(First published in the Quarterly Literary Review of Singapore and collected in Sample and Loop: A Simple History of Singaporeans in America, Bench Press, 2023)

Jee Leong Koh is a Singaporean writer, editor, and publisher living in New York City. His hybrid work Snow at 5 PM: Translations of an insignificant Japanese poet won the 2022 Singapore Literature Prize in English fiction. His book of poems Steep Tea (Carcanet) was named a Best Book of the Year by the Financial Times in the UK and a Finalist by Lambda Literary in the US. Other honours include being shortlisted twice for the Singapore Literature Prize in English poetry for The Pillow Book and Connor & Seal.

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The Contingency of Saying and Eternal Motion

By Desmond Kon Zhicheng–Mingdé

The Contingency of Saying


If I say I love you.
If I say this love we share will be our last.
If I say we should trust our every emotion.

That even at their darkest, they reify the same.

The same culling of past acts of love, of endearment.

That’s what the novel was, haven’t you known all along?

A book of letters, each epistle like a gift of the angels.

If I say you should stay.
If I say this staying will be forever.
If I say every decision arrives at the same decision.

That as you confessed: you are, as I am.

You are, as I am content in this mirror of things.
All things now made for this, to house our love.


 
Eternal Motion

~ After David Medalla’s Cloud Gates


There is no redundancy here.
There is no superfluity, even in life’s assessment.

No one’s looking.
No one, Oh Ephemerae of Dissolutions.
No one is there, in the room where it all happened.
So long ago, the memory has become a fiction.
The room seems like a fiction, but it is real.
You know it is real, its squarish angularity.
I know it is real, the way you hold my hand.

The repetitions are eternal inversions.

Of an extended metaphor extending itself,
series of infolding turns, so much as to disappear.
No lodged positions, no milky consistency.
The resulting invisibility, also a contingent condition.

It is there, it exists like this coloured sky.
No one’s looking, but there’s our seat, ensconced.


~ Penned specially for the event, In Stitches, this poem was read at the National Gallery Singapore on 28 January, 2018.

~ Penned specially for the event, In Stitches, this poem was read at the National Gallery Singapore on 28 January, 2018

Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is the author of an epistolary novel, a quasi-memoir, five hybrid works, and nine poetry collections. A former journalist, he has edited more than twenty books and co-produced three audiobooks. Among other accolades, Desmond is the recipient of the IBPA Benjamin Franklin Award, Independent Publisher Book Award, National Indie Excellence Book Award, Poetry World Cup, Singapore Literature Prize, two Beverly Hills International Book Awards, and three Living Now Book Awards. He helms Squircle Line Press as its founding editor. He can be found at: desmondkon.com