​AUDREY CHIN 

From the winning entry for the Asian Women Writers Festival Short StoryCompetition... It takes 38,000 mgs of ibuprofen to kill yourself.

It’s Easter this weekend. This weekend I’m celebrating love. It began on the Thursday evening with a remembrance that true leadership...

I’m drunk with words. My nephew, the artist and poet, is visiting with his family. We’ve been indulging in artsy-fartsy conversation,...

Have I prayed in vain? Wai’s funeral was yesterday, Ish’s more than a year ago now. Kwan is in a deep coma. There’s very little chance...

Someone told me yesterday I was getting too religious and hence difficult to get along with. That certainly caused me to go look in the...

What’s our’s The areca clad hills scrolling past the windows The marbled gorge The fertile land We can’t own it Nor even the hours ...

Photo Credit: http://www.etsy.com WE DIDN’T INVITE THEM   I’ve heard them practicing in the park from my study.  I’ve passed them on my...

SILENCE! Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com Dani Batz’s photostream I’ve just returned from my 3rd retreat. When I first started...

Photo Credit: Sarah Monagle Well, the mid-Autumn festivities have come and gone.  The moon’s shrinking ing again.As it goes away, I’d...

Moonlight over Clementi Rail Bridge Finally, 15th day of the 8th moon – Mid-Autumn Festival.  The moon a beautiful yellow orb. The moon...

Photo Credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/camyluna 13th day of the 9th moon of the year of the water dragon.It’s raining again. Unless...

Full moon through stained glass Photo Credit: http://www.wilandra.com 12th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon … and what...

11th day of the 8th moon in the year of the water dragon. Photo Credit: John Garozze http://www.jagwah.blogspot.com Tonight it was...

10th day of the 8th month of the dragon year – a busy buzzy sort of day running around delivering Mid-Autumn gifts to friends and...

We went to Alaska for the summer. It’s beautiful country. For someone from Singapore, too big to grasp. We had time, so much time. And...

It’s the end of the old year. A time to throw away old grudges and forgotten grievances, a time to make room for what will come in the...

I spent the second week of Advent on a silent retreat in Chiangmai contemplating the mystery of God In the poem below, I’ve tried to...

In Xinjiang, the water tables are buried deep.  The winters are cold, the summers burning – a  geography perfect for forcing fragrant...

We do this and we do that. We go here and we go there. But we’re never satisfied. What will give us rest?

Sometimes it feels like we’re spooning up the East Ocean – we have hope, but still it feels impossible, and sometimes, we're overwhelmed..