8/4/2021 Poetry by Ally Chua Jeff Ruane CC monument valley the miles of sundry road, frost front jarring against walls of red chalk, against tumbleweed sea. that night with three layers of thermal wear i sat in the dark watched the parallel universe in the stars. i saw everything. not shaman visions. not ephemeral wisps. but grand stands. celestial battles. light dying in a flare of bright. i was half dead then, lost in a space where i was eating myself apart. it is not within me to leave a fissure untouched. i will hold it, grasp it, until the mouth wakes, says my name in a gasp. i did not understand how to deal with a fissure i cannot touch. that night in monument valley, i saw everything. the natural order of entropy the inevitability of collapse. so i learnt then it was okay to hold an abyss. it was okay to be unfinished. ![]() Ally Chua is a Singaporean poet. She works for a botanical attraction, and writes when she's not replying to emails within seven working days. She is the 2019 Singapore Unbound Fellow for New York City, and a member of local writing collective /s@ber. Ally has been published in Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Cordite Poetry Review, and Lammergeier Magazine. An avid solo traveler and reader, Ally finds inspiration from a wide variety of sources, including her travels, Richard Siken's words, the lyrics of Brian Fallon, and zombie video games. Comments are closed.
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