My identity is held together by a series of dashes, A jumbled code only some understand. And only some will understand the pain of being held together by wiry stitches. …
A drizzle, a dash, a sprinkle of fine oil on heated pans Harmonious rhythms ring from the band playing on the stage Warmth flutters up in your chest The heat …
Filthy water Squalid streets From filth they bloom Morning dew delicately sat on a petal Industrious tears fill the eyes of Chinese pioneers An arduous odyssey A one man’s journey …
We invite you to submit your unpublished work to the theme of “pause” — a reflection of the world as it held its breath for more than two years as …
I blue moon 藍月 in a locked down city your room was jounced and lullaby’d by the whoosh of the passing TTC you carved blue moons and dark grass on …
In between ritual comes the upkeep. Third grandchild in line, she climbs the stepladder. A ceiling lamp emits stained tobacco fluorescence. She clears away broken rice grains & tries to …
Seating Absentminded Drinking a cup of Chai It’s afternoon somewhere, Past joins me Now I watch and partake in this luxury I would accompany my “Ah NENG” to visit a …
You my wayward ghost, ghost rider joyriding all summer appear at my stoop, knocking on my chest. You seek cash and a couch to crash You seek life force take …
Sun on my face, almost warm But the air still bites Not wanting to deny Winter’s slipping grip. Few trees are still bare, asleep. Crocuses bloom at their feet Trying …
briskets of Chinese cows bathe in Slavic red cabbage invasion, beet defeat the absence of home, diaspora resolves with tomatoes unlike people, 紅湯 cannot flee its vegetables root in …