Adelyn TanBreathing BeigeI could see in every direction: Beige, but not the beige we’ve known. It’s the colour of stubborn phlegm stained on your bathroom sink…Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
Adelyn TanKeeping The SoftboyAh, the Fuckboy. He hunts in neon bars and reeks of mediocrity. He aims for the fuck, any fuck, but at least that much is clear…Oct 26, 2016Oct 26, 2016
Adelyn TanFrom Free Lunch to Free LunchWithin a month of Silicon Valley, I’ve gone for several, arguably unnecessary, free lunches from Facebook, Yahoo and Google. Everyone seem…Jun 14, 2015Jun 14, 2015
Adelyn TanWe’re Only Home On The Get-goSo I arrived after a long train ride and plunged into the warm sofa. The cat orbited, sniffing and curious, pleased to have me sprawled on…May 3, 20151May 3, 20151
Adelyn TanShould I come? Is it fun?You ask me at midnight, an urgent message in the dark. You’re not quite the eloquent sage, but the banality of your question has got meMay 3, 20151May 3, 20151
Adelyn TanFragile ThingsShe liked quiet things. The whisper of pages turning, the rustle of leaves, the tender broken sound of tearing paper. Those were things…Mar 12, 2015Mar 12, 2015
Adelyn TanHeartBreakerShe was always guilty whenever she broke hearts. Not only for those she’s hurt, but for herself. For everytime she got to know someone she…Jan 31, 2015Jan 31, 2015
Adelyn TanWild ChildFirst-world sufferance and a sudden epiphany. A poem written with no wifi in New ZealandJan 14, 2015Jan 14, 2015
Adelyn TanBurnHer heart crashes and swings Like a moth drawn into a flame. She patches up her fractured wings Just to try it again.Oct 6, 2014Oct 6, 2014
Adelyn TanWrySometimes I wonder how and why People like the sea and sky Can be attached or even try.Sep 29, 2014Sep 29, 2014
