I have recently come to realize Our commonplace human lives Could actually be drawn as graphs Just a few lines to mark our typical movements These lines repeated again and again Marking the passage of time in days, months, years Hundreds upon thousands of people Living out their predictable…

I can blame it all on Cinders she always licked the kitchen floor clean, so I did not learn to sweep with a broom till long after I had any interest.   Cinders gets the blame again when it comes to not being very attentive…

  When I think I know what I’m calling into being– when I believe I know my heart’s call– when I feel I’m ready to move– And, I’m stymied, What is really happening? How can I deeply listen? How do I find peace in not…

Anticipation … assumption … premonition … Words that promise something … yet exhaustion; In all life’s “ion” … it goes back to a question. What is life all about? … Is there any OPTION? Anticipating the things that are yet to … but might not…

  A journey yet to commence, This riotous cacophony, Of sound and fury, Buzzes all around me.   Jotting down half-thoughts, Humming long forgotten songs, My excitement is hardly contained, For in my mind, I am already home.   © 2015 Silvester Phua  

Limbs that once were limber, Mind that once was nimble, With youthful insouciance, Inexhaustible energy, And boundless enthusiasm, I stormed through time.   Now I look in the mirror, And it stares piteously back at me. The lines time has sanded across, Furrowed with decades…

You saw me as your little prince, Firstborn, oldest scion, eldest grandchild, Cosseted and spoilt, Never in want, Acquainted with all courtly privileges In our fine family.   From little lullabies of derring-do, To bedtime stories and sagas, Where brave knights avenge the enslaved, Slay…

Her face has seen six decades with freckles in the first ten years that life eventually covered. Those teen years survived the popping of zits and make-up, and dripping of “Dippity-Do.”   Motherhood years brought a broken nose, falling on a snowy concrete step, but…

After the divorce After my daughters and I spent months redoing the house for sale After endless showings and endless days keeping the house showing-ready Today, with freezing rain and ugly skies, is moving day. Bought on my own The smallest place I have ever lived in…

Drones When I was twelve years old, I enjoyed playing board games like Risk. In Risk, I tried to conquer the world – and so did my friend, Dwayne, who I used to compete against as we sat on the white concrete driveway behind our…