míng are young tea leaves softened in the pacific is the ocean engraved on worn bodies of migrants even the birds and the insects of a new place míng, but …
For the “man in the fedora” for all the “bachelors” and the families that never were. No memories nearby I never knew his name Nor the people he had to …
A paper crane crimped and folded from pieces of tobacco paper I remember Gung Gung rolling and smoking his cigarettes under the bedsheets smelling of Tiger Balm, nicotine, and heartache …
One is a mirror number Reflecting tender eyes Looking to a better future Sailing starry skies Wisdom-worn hands Carved from a lifelong journey What peril I do not see But …
We crouch beneath the mulberry tree, leaves fluttering nervous whispers. The firebirds’ song – a shriek of metal blossoms bursts through the darkened skyline. Mother grips my arm, her voice …
They welcomed us, needed us, celebrated us, worked us to death. We pounded every spike, heaved every log, mined every stone, built them from ground up without complaint. When the …
Every single human will likely experience the loss of a loved one in their lifetime. Despite knowing this, we all want to find love and be loved. It’s a human …
The bold, green eyes staring at me through the screen door belonged to our neighbour, Joyce. “Too bad about your movin’ van bein’ late. Here’s some dishes and pots yus …
white men in white stroll through the green and pay no heed to the japanese canadian boys peering through the gaps in the high wire fence clink the ball rolls …
What does it mean to orient yourself — in a place, in a moment, in your body, or about others?To be oriented can mean finding direction, discovering purpose, or simply …