As we venture into the realm of the e-book, the process of book-making becomes an incredibly romantic one. Here’s a video that captures it, softly and beautifully: Birth of a Book from GLEN MILNER on Vimeo.
Author: morgaga
Writer for hire. Nothing more poetic than that. Based in Singapore.
I’m not bored but…
Given the myriad of options around us, I am finding that, inversely, some people are getting bored more easily.
Sad Spark
And I bid farewell to Torey. His engine buzzed happily away as his new owner Benjamin rode him off into the night. I will miss you even though I hardly rode you.
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND – GROTTA LOTTA WALKING
Day 8 – October 27, 2011 A chilly but less cloudy day dawned in Reykjavik. And I geared up for my potentially long walk to Grotta lighthouse. The walk was estimated by the tourist info lady to be 45 minutes, but I took an hour and a half eventually. Good thing I started fairly early,…
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND – JUST IN TOWN
Day 7 – October 26, 2011 It’s a free day for me, as my companion headed for a half-day Golden Circle tour. I opted out as I wanted to explore the town a little more at a leisurely pace. After processing some tax refunds at the nearby Tourist Office (location +2), I was now free to explore the town. I decided to…
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Swathe me in ink. The night sky and her moon. Sprinkle my forehead with galaxies. And let starry rays lampoon, all woven thoughts & seeds.
A journey into the minds of two mad men
I walked through the mind-scape of two legendary artists, getting a chance to see their processes at two exhibitions currently at the new Art & Science Museum. Dali: The Mind of a Genius Dali’s showcase was a little “spacious”, with exhibits seemingly employed desperately to fill the arena. But I enjoyed getting to know more…
Where in the world are you at?
Where in the world are you at? Are you beneath the curling leaf, a cosy caterpillar of hibernating show? I think maybe you will show yourself upon the next step’s ripple. Maybe between the breath of the seconds, you will slip like a dancer between prismatic veil. And you will smile gladly at my mortal…
Breakfast Interrupted (Video)
Hungry for poetry. BSS | Breakfast Interrupted from Bruton Stroube Studios on Vimeo.
T&C Salad (Served with a generous helping of friends)
So in case I ever forget this self-dreamed-up recipe, or if any of my friends would like to recreate it, here’s the recipe for my salad this afternoon! T&C Salad 1 large bowl or 1 large bag of mixed greens, such as Romaine, Rocket & Arugula 12 pcs of sun-dried tomatoes ½ cup spiced feta…
This morning
I reached for my lamp in the dark. Stretching, I found the handle dangling by my elbow. I reached too far for the light.
If you ever hire a freelance designer
Please DO NOT: 1. Say you just need a simple website/flyer/brochure/poster. Most of the time, it doesn’t turn out to be so. 2. Say you want a classic or elegant or (worst of all) nice design. Those are some of the most over-used and vague descriptions that doesn’t mean anything to me. Together with simple. 3….
fair tales
no. there cannot be that hidden wood, where apple drips last wishes and sorrow. would i but hold yet another word for your flight – edged with nettle and down. dive deep my sweet, for your simple dreams, and rise you will. amongst the titans, hair a golden flourish, feet a gossamer blur, tell me….
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We rule the forest, and we run through the green, tree shadows dappling like a herd of grey stallions. Moist dew sprays released by thrashing ferns, liquid stars of a moment, melt into the moss, created by our careless brush. This flight of ours may be eternal, impressed as a scene of joyful abandonment, but…
Tribute to The Hours
there is nothing to capture the strains of the hours when you are lying on a carpet of thoughts the languid gravity laps at the ears as a cold warmth rises feeling of soft hands vignettes lines commas and pauses all things unsaid and others not unforgotten breathe out their purpose and the whispered air…
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in steps of three we take down pebbled thoughts on healthy knees, the stroll around the shell within or one of the many of these can let us see the glowing moth, the sleeping owl, the green-barked tree, or chance that opening through for the drowning salmon, the messy spider, mayhaps the walking snake that…
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it was moving inside curling and unfurling and i held on to the reins to the river handles of imaginary will and temporary sanity flicking fickle-dom of white, gold and sprays it goes where it wants it collects where it rests and never and never will it end that is the beauty of this state
Falling light, rising shadows
I thought it was time to go the way the light was falling across, flaming the leaves into a mess of patterns.
Dust
The star fell. Silver sliver and cold sparks flailing against the sleeping sky, but no one made a wish. And yet it still flashed brilliant diamond, til there was nothing left but a smokey trail of dreams, dust and what could have been. And no one made a wish.
MORGAN AWYONG 