“I am a son,” he says. “I am a Psalm,” I hear. It is apt. We are at the launch of Yeo Whee Jim’s book of poems, Itinerary, in the Old Arts House. The capacious room in the historic building is packed with over 200 well wishers, and standing-room-only for latecomers. Every mention of his … Continue reading “Dying finally taught me about living”: Yeo Whee Jim was at the top of his game when life changed forever