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Crescent Moons and the Lunatics
They were just kintsugi-like glasses adhered by their own tears.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Jan 22, 20214 min read
Critique on Sunthorn Phu
Beam couldn’t believe his eyes when Mr. Anuphong slammed the poem he had just handed in on the desk.
LIT IT
Jan 8, 20216 min read
Sometimes
Sometimes life tastes like a beer...
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Jan 6, 20211 min read
The Never-Ending Adventure
What I’d like to say is that we internalised ideas and elements of poetry since we’re just kids.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Dec 30, 20206 min read
Drunk in Love
Can we stop the time just for one night? I prayed for physicists to discover a machine to stop time soon.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Dec 18, 20204 min read
Ozymandied
I met an old man from the land of smiles,
Who pointed to a wreck of stones.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Nov 25, 20201 min read
Let Your Story Move to the Music
How can music play a significant role in your fictions? I’d say it enhance ways people experience your works—mentally.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Nov 18, 20205 min read
Confrontation
“Don’t go to the monument. I’m serious,” that’s what he told me every time we had spent together in recent months.
Poramet Aiemsa-ard
Oct 23, 20204 min read
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