after Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Hour’ This evening, in the train station, I ascended, you descended— our eyes met, then I turned away. My husband was behind me, and you went …
“He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” – Psalms kuala lumpur | houston, 1981. they …
It’s been almost ten years now since my grandmother died. My grandfather came to live with us later that year, and spent the whole time fighting with my dad. I …
your blood goes picnicking at a grave brooms and burnt paper in hand 4/4/[2000 + 4×4] At Qīngmíng only the magnolia huā (花) bloomed munificent white against a grey curb. …
I am a debut children’s author. It’s probably worthwhile noting that I am Korean-Canadian. I am a 45-year-old SAHM, living in a leafy, affluent, mostly diverse and eclectic neighbourhood in …
I always had a penchant for doing things I wasn’t supposed to, especially as a child. One hazy summer, I was poking around on my mother’s silver MacBook, feeling quite …
Obachan is a force to be reckoned with. She guides me through Tokyo Station with the speed and efficiency of someone less than half her age. Her body, eighty-three years …
Rowena’s day used to start very early, long before the sky could conceive first light. She would see her husband off as he set out to sea, staying by the …
1942 draws to a close with the Watada family still interned in the abandoned town of Minto, BC, during the beginning of the Japanese Canadian ‘evacuation’. Terry Watada reimagines his …
Walking into Takashi Murakami: The Octopus Eats Its Own Leg is to step into a phantasmagoria of the garishly cute, the disarmingly grotesque, and above all, the unflinchingly bizarre: vibrant, …