The first words I ever spoke were in Toisan, Cantonese; Ge Ge. Brother. I was calling for my big brother Jin. Two years later, my baby sister was born. Mei …
Every space has its own logic of organization. Mine was built from piles—curated collections that made perfect sense to me, painstakingly laid out on my bedroom floor. Dirty clothing, sorted …
Adjacent to the Theatre District and bordering Downtown Crossing, the Massachusetts Turnpike, and the South End was Chinatown. The Washington Street traffic was a cacophony of blaring horns, the friction …
An was staying in the home of a distant relation for the summer as his family’s lease on their apartment had expired and his mother had yet to receive the …
When my mother passed away and left her old house in my care, I was lost. My childhood home was to be swept of all possessions so that the place …
Traces from the Li Po poem, “Quiet Night Thoughts,” threaded through my memories and thus, my writing. In trying to recall the childhood poem, I researched Li Po and learned …
Thirty years after the pandemic swept through the country swiftly and cruelly, forcing a state of emergency in the whole of Malaysia and the evacuation of the entire population, I …
Late one night, before summer turned to fall, Ocean Boy was born in a desert town at the confluence of two mythic rivers. He was descended from men who dove …
May shrugs her left shoulder to keep her bag from slipping, glances up across the classical vinyl section in search of wayward Mimi, and then back down to the slim …
You told your grandmother that you would be away from home for three years. You would fly from the jungles of Borneo to Singapore for an overseas students’ orientation. Thence …
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