ometimes a river divides us. Sometimes it carries us across.
🐦🌿🐦🌿🐦🌿
Flowing river brings
Kingfisher to her mother
On another bank.
🐦🌿🐦🌿🐦🌿
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No reflection. Just scent, steam, and drool.
☕🍞☕🍞☕🍞☕🍞
Coffee scent in air
Egg jam on sliced bread draws in
Large open mouth drools.
☕🍞☕🍞☕🍞☕🍞
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A single moment at the glass.
🤍🐶🪟👀
Dog at the window
Eyes fixed on the coffeeshop
White tail perked upright
🤍🐶🚪👁️
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We celebrate International Mother Tongue day today.
Every language has its place.
We don’t always need to tell
what we know.
We sometimes choose silence on purpose.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
“Grandma, it’s dollar, not dorra.”
At the bank.
My grandchild minds my English.
I blush.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
But smile.
And wink behind her.
“The old lady’s dumb.”
In Mandarin.
I clutch my walking stick.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
You see, I know.
I got what that bank teller said.
Just decided
NOT to say so.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
So I am ignorant.
I am weak.
I do not get it.
But I know.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
This is about using language and power.
Let them think they know.
But I know.
I want to speak
Only when THEY need to learn.
More than me.
🦯🤫🧠⚖️
Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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When the light flickers, people behave. When it stops, they explain.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
Tan here. A long-term resident of Block 345, Chestpeak Avenue.
It’s not a bad place to live. The residents of Block 345 are generally orderly folk who maintain the block well. And I like that they leave everything where it should be.
But that lamp. That idiotic lamp.
The flickering of that idiotic lamp was irritating. Irregular. Inconsistent.
It happened whenever I walked past, but some enjoyed uninterrupted illumination.
That was interesting to note.
Coincidence, of course.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
Take Mdm Lim, for example. The one who waters others’ plants for them. That light would behave over her.
Now me? I’m not a plant person. I like to keep up with the news.
But I’m a retiree. I can’t afford regular newspapers, so I depend on…external help.
I sometimes…er…borrow the newspapers outside neighbours’ apartments when they’re not watching.
And that darned light would go on and off over me whenever I did.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
I, Tan, believe that optics must be upheld. I’ve always done this at work.
And at home as well.
Sharing corridors requires community discipline, so I make sure to return the newspapers slightly earlier.
What is borrowed must return mah? Best practice.
Tan always obeys community standards.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
They finally replaced the silly lamp. See? I said that the wiring was faulty.
Nothing unusual. Just the Town Council and its nonsense.
Things went back to normal since the lamp stopped flickering. Mdm Lim waters her own plants and conserves water for herself now.
Everyone else’s – not so important lah.
Me? Now that the lamp has stopped flickering, I have decided to borrow newspapers permanently.
No returning. For what? Everyone can see anyway.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
So, everything in order, lah.
It WAS faulty wiring, like I said. Glad they corrected it.
Mdm Lim waters her own plants and conserves water for herself now.
I borrow…but when no one else is in the corridor.
I don’t like that light now. It shows. Too well.
💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡
Original Singaporean microfiction by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental
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Some subjects are not resolved — only remembered.
🥢🧧🧨
The table –
A family feast.
Everyone fussing with frankness.
Red. Pink.
Lanterns over the door.
Symbols of prosperity.
Kindred souls.
🥢🧧🧨
Eating.
Refreshing rawness of roe.
Familial jokes.
“Remember how Uncle Henry died?”
Silence cloaks the table.
🥢🧧🧨
The dining room pauses.
🥢🧧🧨
The dog by the window.
🥢🧧🧨
Canned laughter.
“Delicious.”
“Is that program on?”
Chewing, slowly.
🥢🧧🧨
Silently.
🥢🧧🧨
Shoes on.
Purposeful steps.
“See you next year.”
Uncle Henry – remembered.
🥢🧧🧨
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Singapore celebrates Total Defence Day today – when we consider all aspects of defence.
The military. The people.
The economy.
The MIND.
That requires the greatest protection.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
Breached…
A siren rehearses my ears and mind.
Preparedness, neat.
Checked.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
“Be ready.”
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
Mind unbraced, with too many doors.
The sound fades, but a thin ring stays.
A soft hum. It never left.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
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A soft, other voice.
Calm, in a uniform
Fitting all.
My mind’s doors, unlocked.
Messages on billboards – suddenly mine.
“Stay quiet. Be safe.”
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
“Stay silent. You’re safe.”
“Remain vigilant. You’re set.”
We practice. The body obeys.
The mind relents.
Each repetition, more polished.
Each exercise widens.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
“Stay quiet. You’re safe.”
It wants me managed
Not broken down. Taken over.
The safest mind –
Absorbs.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
The voice.
Name it, its grip
Loosens.
Reality –
Maintained.
Truth louder
When shared.
🚨🧠🔒🕳️📢🫥📺🔁🧼🫧🕯️👁️🗨️🤫✅
Does love demand sacrifice,
or simply receive what’s offered?
For all who love to answer.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
The altar
The middle
Of the home.
Polished marble
Small sacrifices in a
Central bowl.
A faint hum from its
Centre.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
Only time.
Only sleep.
Only freedom.
The marble shines brighter
With each offering.
Only love.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
His voice, for its glow.
Her preferences, for its sheen.
Their laughter. For its presence.
Soft gifts for its appetite.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
The altar.
The marble shine –
Glows.
From the souls.
From the hearts.
From the whole gifts
Of selves.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
They take the altar
Down.
It remains.
To shine
Or stay
In silence.
🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀🕯🥀
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No outstanding issues – or were there?
🧾✔️✔️✔️ 🤫
I couldn’t put a finger on those calls — or the mould. So I did what any responsible janitor would do. I paid it a visit.
The unit was still unoccupied. The previous tenant had given it an airing — that was for sure. But the mould still appeared on the walls, in the exact spots it had earlier.
I wasn’t concerned. Vacant units were easy-peasy. There were no tenants who’d grouch at our presence.
So, I got to work. The records showed that all issues had been resolved. The words were nothing new.
But there was something — different.
About the date.
Repeated.
Too repeated. As though someone had just checked and updated the logs —
logging “repaired” without checking.
So, I logged it again — myself. In the same language, same terms.
Professional. Recorded.
Repaired.
I didn’t comment — that wasn’t for me to do.
I just waited for instructions — that never came when they should have.
There were no further questions. No clarification.
No one asked that any action be taken.
It was just logged in the system — marked for monitoring.
Nothing for me to be concerned about.So I cleaned the unit once again. I adjusted the ventilation, just to keep the air flowing.
But viewings were postponed.
It was simpler and less costly to keep the apartment empty.
No problems — nothing needed coordinating.
So the issue remained contained – not a worry.
It didn’t disrupt life.
There was no smell from the apartment. No one claimed it.
So no conclusion was required. There was no need to put anything on record.
They let the unit remain empty.
I was to do my job.
🧾✔️✔️✔️ 🤫
Part 1 began here.
Original Microfiction Series by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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No outstanding issues – or were there?
🧾✔️✔️✔️ 🤫
Blah. Ordinary. Old, and nothing spectacular. So was the work.
And I was used to that.
The building was in working order. Nothing seemed wrong with the lifts or doors.
No malfunctioning doorknobs.
It was functioning, which passed for reassurance.
There seemed nothing urgent. People moved through it with regulated indifference.
It looked as though it could manage without me.
I didn’t receive the block in a typical handover. Most things were unexplained.
There were issues. Settled. But no one quite explained how. All anyone told me was that there was absolutely nothing to worry about. The complex was on the up and up.
Tenants went missing. Recorded as absent. Just scheduling matters.
I did my first round of the complex. Everything was in order. But not the same as looked after.
Repairs had been completed by my predecessor before I took the complex over. Carefully enough – to settle any arguments. Some areas were clean, but never used, as if purposely kept that way.
Oh, it was maintained. Functional. But not comfortable.
At least, not for the soul.
The tenants showed great gratitude for my work – as if I was continuing it for the other guy. I hadn’t known him.
But when I asked who had done repairs before, they wouldn’t say a word.
I assumed it was that other guy. And left it there.
Then, the calls. Too many of them.
Mould. From the same unit.
The mould appeared too often for coincidence to explain it. It had been gotten rid of – too many times.
Why the same date?
Someone had kept the books in order – too much in order.
The paperwork shouted “done.” The building -silent.
My role had already been decided before I started work. Just janitor. Caretaker.
But my name wasn’t there. The computer’s records didn’t show who had filled my role before. It was as if I had been just – slotted in.
Every task had been recorded as completed.
There was nothing urgent – at all. That was the gap.
Nothing written about it – just assigned.
Not concluded.
🧾✔️✔️✔️ 🤫
Original Microfiction Series by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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