It was forty-nine days
after her mother had passed when
the twelve-year-old girl noticed
a heat from her chest,
to her stomach, her head,
fluttering, rushing,
propelling her legs to walk
her away from home, up Jirisan,
her private guardian.… more »
Poetry
In nursing school
we learn the anatomy
of the human body;
memorizing all the
bones and muscles
that work in tandem
to move us through life.
Among these books
so much is forgotten
about the anatomy of
the Asian … more »
Today I saw a bird
It was a tiny bird
Alone
Flying just high enough that I took notice
While all the other birds flew one way
You flew the other
Alone
You squawked awkwardly, making your tiny presence known … more »
“Learn About my Favourite Flowers Through the Art of Paper Filigree” by Jayashree Krishnan
Whenever I think of nature, especially flora, I am reminded of my childhood days when my parents used to take me and my siblings once a year to Kodaikanal, a hill station in the state of Tamil Nadu, India. Apart … more »
Hong Kong
for my grandparents
arriving as a ship is prone to do,
in and out of Victoria Harbour, they
stayed: he learning to count the
freight, longhand neat in each
diary sheet, she presiding
over glass counters, jewels glinting… more »
1/ Me in Vancouver
Rain, it’s the rain that’s been wetting my entire
Selfhood inside out
Reminding me
Amidst all shapes to be moistured
The water-drops are
The dews from a paradise long lost
Here is another soul fallen from … more »
He’s alone,
His breathing barely rises and falls
In a rhythm inharmonious with the rain
That pounds on him like a hardening heart.
There’s a dizzying array of the finest spools and yarn,
Vintage leather totes twinkling with tasteful tones.… more »
Shzzzzs, our little secret:
Many nights I slept with you on the Kowloon floor.
Then why would I be bothered by you
underneath the sinks and cracks
of my Regent Park neighbourhood?
In Tsim Sha Tsui, I’d wrap my little … more »
Don’t call them dogs.
Protest is merely a sound
for ears that must stay deaf
for those who feed above.
They are more bothersome,
just as you are bothersome
as a roach, they are people
who have reasons of their … more »
Tin Yuet, Sky Joy, also a public estate building’s name:
meals by good friends’ parents always make you doubt
if yours have been serving you the right recipes.
We ate everything. Wai Ching’s parents could deep fry
a slipper … more »