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 …
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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 …
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 …
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 …