I was delighted when EASTLIT – the Journal of English Literature, East and South East Asia, selected three of my poems to be included in the August 2015 issue. Then, I decided to submit some photos to be considered for publication, since I love to take photos too.
I had done a series on the Chinatown in Kuala Lumpur, and decided to send 12 photos for the selection of the editorial board. There was silence for a few weeks, then I received an email one day to inform me that one of my photos, Chinatown KL Graffiti, had been selected for the EASTLIT October 2015 issue. That was awesome news! It made my day.
To read EASTLIT October 2015, click here.
Since I have started this blog in July 2014, I have written many poems, at least one a week. I am pleased that I have accomplished the first reason for setting up this blog, which is to encourage myself to write regularly. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by to read some of my writing and showing your support. I really appreciate it.
Besides sharing my passion for writing with all of you, I have also submitted my poems and short stories to be considered for publication in various magazines, journals and anthologies.
I was delighted when EASTLIT – the Journal of English Literature, East and South East Asia, selected three of my poems to be included in the August 2015 issue.
The three poems selected were Random Kindness, Beauty and Fond Memories. I’ve copied them from the journal and shared them with you below.
by Khor Hui Min
Over distances, time and space
Vivid memory of your face
As if we only met last night
In the dim glow of the street lights
Luminous eyes reached out through rain
As if you felt the loss and pain
The comfort of your umbrella
A faint hint of sweet vanilla
Stranger’s random act of kindness
Restored my faith in selflessness
Beautiful are its feathers
As if nothing matters
Other than vanity mean
Powdered beaks – matted shine
Curled lashes – softly fluttering
To melt any heart, to be mine
Mere illusory; demurring
Divine angel or chimera?
Will you be but mine
Caught in your blinding aura
Helpless; your clutches bind
Collated in faded dusty albums
Countless fond memories of days past
Photographs of us, dad and mum
Thick album pages, made to last
Images of family for years beyond
Hold them safe and fast
Showing kindred spirits; ties and bonds
Yellowing photos in yellowing pages
For gazing, with recollections fond
From thence we grew through the ages
As our parents grew old and grey
The passage of time winds through its pages
Blood flows thicker than water, day by day
Forget not this saying, come what may
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