Troy Wong



Three Durians

i. Singapore, early monsoon season. Your uncle comes home from the market with three durians in a plastic net, helpless and threatening as string-bound mudcrabs. He sets them out on a chopping block and splits them with a meat cleaver. …

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Notes from Fortune Cookies

Someone you know deserves the truth. A sharp tongue may be both a weapon and a tool. Wisdom is the lamp, good thoughts the oil, sweet words the flame spices the spoils of the British Empire, but still salt is …

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This Pigeon is a Big Man

My therapist wants to know if i was breastfed I have a short attention span and get bored easily My Mum yells abuse at me as i’m leaving for work One morning i move out and live in Granville I …

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