"Shimmer[s] at the edges of language, where sense becomes sensuous and shifts us away from our habits of silence and speech." -Divya Victor, author of Kith and Curb "Exquisite, tantalising construction." -Shubigi Rao, author, Pulp III: An Intimate Inventory of the Banished Book, and winner, Singapore Literature Prize 2024 A visual enactment of attempts at articulating, Eke is the at-tempt-ation towards meaning. What does the feeling of holding your words and thoughts back-stuck and struck in a state of percolation, a plasma state of signification-feel like? What does it look like for ambivalence and divergence to converge during the moment of articulation, when all word-opportunities collide at once, like wildly unspooling threads, like heavy raindrops on a glass surface racing from one fork to the next? A collection of visual aberrations that fumble and stammer, and that concede that a closure in expression can never be achieved, the poems of Eke ache towards both painful and opportune expression.