Yan An Tan Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 At the edge of nothing, I butter the bread like a prayer. Spread evenly, without thought, just muscle memory and margarine. Migraine pulses behind my eyes as outside, headlines scream in caps lock, too loud for 7:42a.m. The world keeps losing itself: shifting plates, shifting platelets, another…

Ralph Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 The drunk uncle’s a solipsist, too steepedin his ways, shouting with poor gross cocksurecertainty. Unterse altercations keepthem unsure. Children screaming to endurethe flashing, light rhythmic pulsing brightly,they lay as still as never before. She,knocked over; a broken vase, stripped naked,without dignity. Slop-streams dilate ,feedon the cerebrum leaving it with…

Dinh Cao Tue Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 Based in Singapore, Tue (rhymes with “kueh”) makes art, exploring and engaging with cultural stories—historical and contemporary—and across various disciplines and artforms, whether visual, literary, or performing arts. He gathers and embraces stories, traversing across and playing with thresholds and liminalities: there is always more diversity and…

Crispin Rodrigues Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 yeah you / yes yes you ah ma / with your grey afro perm / with your floral shirt a size too big / for your shrunken breasts and hips / shake them shaky knees that don’t bend too well / clog your way into the rhythm /…

Shaik Aqeel Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 Shaik Aqeel is a creative trying to capture the ever-moving haze of youth in his work. He is a part of sploosh!, a youth literary collective, and can often be found fawning over his records. He is currently listening to David Bowie’s Heroes, and hopes to one day…

Soh Yong Xiang Issue 4: TOAST, September 2025 after the stoicism class,realising i’d lost my walletthe day turned frizzyanyway, wallopedme with worry despite my will.shortly after, i sneezed throughthe mandatory meditation,or else strayed indulgingin the light honeying the trees outside.not for want of tryingthese things slip by me,only it’s tough having a mindlike a dribbled…