Preorders are Open for Half Mystic’s Issue III: Nocturne

(on 19 April, 2017 & with 0 Comments)

Something sharp & true shifts within us when we embrace darkness instead of shying away from it. This is what I am learning in serving as an editor & curator for the third issue of my baby literary journal, Half Mystic. As the stormclouds thicken & the world around us grows ever darker, we lean into music only to find that it too holds its own brand of night – & I am realising in curing this issue spun from shadow & song that that is perhaps not such a bad thing.

Friends, I am so pleased to tell you that preorders for the Issue III of Half Mystic,centred around the theme nocturne, are open now. Nocturne embodies the midnight drive – the shadow dance – the things leftover when the music fades to black. It is defined as a composition inspired by or evocative of the night.

Half Mystic’s third issue is our best one yet, carrying pieces from writers like Maryse Meijer, Kristen Berger, & Sophia Terazawa, musicians like Erica Bramham, Emily Blue, & Lisa Heller, & a very special featured artist whose work we are enormously excited to unveil. This creation will be shipped to your doorstep on June 14th, 2017– a beautiful companion to dream with on sweet-sticky summer nights ahead.

Interested in seeing your words or music featured in Issue III? We are still open for submissions until May 28th, 2017. I’ve gotten some questions from you lovelies about how to work with me beyond my editing services, & this is a beautiful way to do so. Send us your best work; we welcome it with open arms.

In the immortal words of Leonard Cohen: there is a crack in everything / that’s how the light gets in. I hope you will join me & the whole HM team in this third issue as we find shades of light peeking through the cracks even as darkness presses deeper all around us.

Submit your work to Issue III: Nocturne right here. Preorder the issue right here & receive a gorgeous volume of art, lyrics, & writing that stretches out through darkness, plucks the strings of night, burns stars into being even in all this black.

The nocturne issue is shaping up to be rich, abrupt, & unlike any of Half Mystic’s previous issues. We could not be more honoured to share it with you… & I cannot wait for you to hold it in your hands soon, soon, soon. xx

Little Horoscopes for April

(on 12 April, 2017 & with 6 Comments)

After the enormous excitement of the SUPERNOVA launch – & one more project launch coming very, very soon – I have been spending these past few weeks curling up & breathing in & allowing myself to exist without obligation. I adore launching projects & sharing the creative work I am so proud of with you lovelies, but oh goodness, it takes so much out of me.

That said, I have been writing as usual, & I am here with a small poem for you: little horoscopes for April are here for your enjoyment & guidance. We have four (!) retrogrades happening this month, so please remember to do & say everything with extra care. Do share your thoughts on these small horoscopes with me in the comments; I would truly love to hear them. Sending warmth always. xx


Little Horoscopes for April

Pisces, it is the time to act, not dream.
Gemini, we do not live in a universe where we stop loving each other.
Scorpio, you can make course corrections without sinking the ship.
Capricorn, breathe into the quietest thing.
Libra, you are so easy to love.
Leo, let everything you’re planting bloom to wonder.
Aquarius, you owe them nothing.
Virgo, falling in love with your demons is the worst kind of revenge.
Sagittarius, you deserve every ounce of this joy.
Taurus, try not to get lost in the ghosts of the people you did not become.
Aries, all of this is yours.
Cancer, you are wholly good.

Whisper Words of Wisdom / Let It Be

(on 5 April, 2017 & with 4 Comments)

The day after the launch of my first short film, SUPERNOVA, I wandered down to the dock with the Beatles & a dear friend. Are you satisfied? he asked me. Was it everything you hoped it would be? I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, the briefest lingering of ache in my veins. What I wanted to say was of course, what I wanted to say was not at all, what I wanted to say was I thought no one would notice but so many have sent their love, what I wanted to say was I am constantly so thrilled by the things I create, what I wanted to say was I am constantly so abashed by them. What I wanted to say was it has always been enough. What I wanted to say was it could never be.

& the Beatles played in our shared earbuds, & the sun snuck its way out from behind a cloud. & suddenly, standing there the day after the dreaming, it felt right. It felt just so. This film I have poured my whole soul into will not matter in the long run, but oh god, it mattered just then. It mattered the way every heartbreak matters, every rainfall, every wisp of sky, every note of every song – I think about it sometimes & I find myself astounded by the beauty of it. The way nothing I ever create will make much of a ripple in the whole grand scheme of things, the way nothing would change if I didn’t make & make & make, & maybe that’s the reason I must do so anyway. Maybe that’s where the truth of it lies.

The song was “Let it Be” & I felt it standing there, deep in my marrow, there will be an answer / let it be – & there we were, alone & together, & the boats rocked along & the birds screamed & swooped, & in that single frame we were impossibly gorgeous, we were joy, we were everything. I thought to myself: we are only a moment, but oh – at least we are a moment. & how good it felt that we had this to hold. That maybe, in between all of the ways none of this would matter, there was a grain of shining glass, & maybe it would only ever matter for a moment, but at least it would matter for a moment. I tried to hold that close. I’m still trying.

& I thought about the inevitable loveliness of it, that no matter what happens there is the sea, there is the sky, & all the inchoate in-between things. & the soft humble knowing, blooming in my chest – that I create in the same way the universe creates, that this film I love so dearly is an expression of that same universe, & I do not want to waste a second of the time I have left in the slow steady blink of it. It felt a little like remembering, or forgetting, or realising something new. It felt a little like waking up. It felt a little like coming home.

As I walked along the shoreline I found myself overwhelmed by all of it: the bigness of my own littleness, standing beneath the universe & breathing out a sigh like something singing apart or coming together. A film moulded out of every aching my soul knows how to hold, some kind of dream spun from sun-stuff, & the boats trundling through the waves in their sheer transparent wonder, & the bright & awful hyacinthine knowing permeating this soft soul o’ mine, this place infinite & ephemeral. I found what I was searching for here, where the sky met the sea. Every moment whole & shattered, all the flying & falling things filling me up, whispering over & over, let it be, let it be, just let it be.



p.s. this essay was first published on patreon. if you find light in my work, you can support its creation & receive weekly essays & the first looks into the wonders i’m spinning, months before they ever go public.

Introducing Supernova

(on 29 March, 2017 & with 10 Comments)

It is so easy to believe that I’m made entirely of empty space. Loneliness is familiar – it’s blue and flushed, like remembering. It’s a mother tongue. It comes so easily to me. I disappear into myself and I find solar systems, galaxies. I understand more than I ever could when I’m surrounded by others.

But loneliness isn’t always enough. These days I see humanity rippling around me and I yearn to touch, to join in on something greater than myself, at once millimetres and light years away. I crave the company of others as much as they overwhelm me. I’m like a supernova, constantly imploding into myself, bright and burning, ineffably untouchable…

My friends, I am beyond thrilled to share with you a project unlike any I’ve undertaken. It stretched my emotional & creative limits, & I could not be prouder of the result.

Welcome to Supernova.

(My first short film: exploring the loveliness in loneliness & the infinite wonder we find when we allow ourselves to bloom into the empty. A soft sense of purpose, how it sings within & around itself: this is so, this is so, this is so.)

SUPERNOVA was directed by award-winning filmmaker (& my dear friend) Ishan Modi. I wrote & starred in it, & the soundtrack is composed by Mattia Cupelli. This project marks my debut in the film world, the first of what I sincerely hope will be many cinematic collaborations in the future. For now, though, it is impossible for me to express how overjoyed I am to share this tender, intimate, & deeply personal creation with you. Please hold it like the light that it is.

I am also over the moon to say that SUPERNOVA can already be called an award-winning film! It was shortlisted for the Across Asia Youth Film Festival by Tom Batchelor of Disney, Steve Burton of HBO, & CheeK of Mediacorp & it is being submitted to other film festivals worldwide as we speak, so keep your eyes & ears peeled – more bright news is hopefully forthcoming.

The best way to support SUPERNOVA is to watch the film on Youtube & share it with your friends, family, & social media followers using the hashtag #SupernovaFilm. Feel free to use this prewritten tweet, or craft one of your own. Bloggers & journalists can write reviews of the film on their platforms – I & the team would so love to hear your thoughts. If you’d like to do more, consider sponsoring my art on Patreon to receive many lovely perks (patrons have known about SUPERNOVA for months now, had access to weekly essays about the creation process, & were the first to see the film the moment it was finished!).

I am so grateful for the support that this community has shown me over the past four years as a writer, & I hope you find infinite warmth in this new piece of art. Watch, share, review, donate, enjoy. All my love. xoxo