April is nascent and the air is thick with morning dew. Ears agonizing, like you’ve just removed headphones that were wrapped around your head for too long. Legs aching as …
(Watching Chinese Movie: Better Days) I am of, two persons Wearing a mask makes it easy Sometimes forgetting is possible Crying helps Living in fear for the Next is Answers. …
Snow on the branches, but green underfoot. The sound of a creek finally able to pull itself out from under the ice. Crows cry out with hungers I keep as …
Yi-shuan (倚旋) was difficult for them to pronounce and mama (媽媽) didn’t want me to stick out more than I already did or spend the rest of my life correcting …
It was a day that hammered wrought iron into our lungs, having gashed our breath into rapid gasps. We rested cross-legged on the footpath, watching the cold light that ebbed …
A blue jay pulls his screech across thresholds of dawn, tripping me awake. Somewhere, someone else will stumble into a room built by the inevitable, lit with sconces. My routine …
Master Chung tells me most successful taekwondo schools are located in bad neighbourhoods. Big bullies are best for business, he says. Master Chung is cunning this way. One day a …
when my mom married my stepdad signed a deal along with his sponsorship papers he brought into our house a local souvenir a shot glass molded into the shape of …
kabayan ……..thirty-four years struggle for suitcase space ……..from the suffocating smog of a capital city ……..to the sandy slopes of an arabian kingdom class of 1999 ……..photo ripped edges blurred …
negotiates the smog and smear of my wide windows slick and smart and self-conscious across the hardwood Nobody will ever love this city like me Nobody would want to. – …