They told me it was a thousand years old. I believed them. I believed in things that lasted — in black eggs rolled in ash, in salt and secrets, in …
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Poetry
Those who came before me Stood squarely in exclusion The ones who made it Before the gates closed Made innumerable sacrifices To try to belong I stand outside of exclusion, …
You can sign away my dignity underneath the bleeding crown of your pen, Brand me with a dominion certificate, like a choker on a dog, Mark my existence as nothing …
Monthly remittances cut from a swath of trees wash up across the ocean a source of cheap labour from a sawmill tears and sawdust fell by Gung Gung seedlings of …
DOMINION OF CANADA DEPARTMENT OF IMMIGRATION AND COLONIZATION CHINESE IMMIGRATION SERVICE No.….…….. ……………This is to certify that……………………………………………………………………………………………., whose photograph is attached hereto, has registered as required by Section 18 of …
There was…… something…….. about Dominion Day.…… July ……….. …… . first, …… 1923. But then there was also knowing that I’d never see them again. Here are two things that …
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 …
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