The Muruku Murmurations

There are two versions of this piece. I initially wrote it with the intent to extend but during Bill Moran 's workshop organised by Spill The Ink  at Twenty20Two , I decided to use this piece to 'litter'. He taught us about making the poem a dream spac e and using the poem to transport us through a space and how we relate to space in the poem. Fine time grounded porcelain time time time powder weaving time across time and time again through shallow time channels of dry dessert land, crackles time and shattered t i m e with t... i... m... e... dense solid clay, t ime unbreakable time , unmovable time   time time time time time unwilling to shift TIME . Above time and time beyond the horizon is t-t-t-time ti-me time TIME TIME TIME a massive intense thunder storm arising time and t - i - m - e spreads across the landscape. TIME roars fiercely but time is not threatening but soft time drizzling appears at first time then time turns into pouring time drowning ...

After more than a month of hiatus. I tried to w rite what was meant for #Malaysiathrowsherselfabirthdayparty show for Rasa Sayang during this Merdeka and Malaysia Month. Negaraku Tanah tumpahnya darahku Darahku seperti dakwat merah Menitis ke atas kertas sejarah yang tak dibaca. Mencemarkan dan mencerahkan Kejadian zaman dahulu sehingga sekarang Mengajar and menyerah Ilmu dan ilham kepada orang. Jalur gemilang menjadi barisan Yang memisahkan kawasan, menjadi batasan Di antara utara ke selatan Memutus talian warisan. Di mana perpaduan dan keamanan Dipaksakan melalui program Di mana beban rakyat diundurkan Kasih sayang dilupakan Dan moral perlu diajarkan. Air mataku menitis ke atas Hatiku yang rindu Akan sebuah negara Yang boleh membangkit semula Untuk menjadi negaraku. - Swit Marie 10 September 2017 Quill City Mall

This piece derives from an image that I got during worship a few Sunday's ago about the condition my life in relation to my problem with depression and anxiety. During the workshop with Bill Moran, I turned used this image for the exercise where we needed to place words in spaces, using time as a erosion, Links to the workshop and more information can be found here . Fine grounded porcelain powder weaving across and through shallow channels of dry dessert land, crackled and shattered with dense solid clay, unbreakable, unmovable unwilling to shift. Above and  beyond the horizon is a massive intense thunder storm arising and spreads across the landscape. It roars fiercely but is not threatening but soft drizzling appears at first then turns into pouring drowning rain   nursing the land like tears wetting dry course lips that has been thirsty for taste and life. Seeds in the ground submerge by sorrow, hurt. Not new seeds but dormant...