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 …
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When her grandfather passed away, poet and essayist Mormei Zanke unconventionally honoured his memory – by writing about chop suey. This stir-fried meal of chopped vegetables and meat, all doused …
We are now accepting submissions for our upcoming issue centred around the theme of yearning—that deep, aching pull toward something just out of reach. Whether it’s the quiet longing for …
my dad introduced me to perseemons ‘Anak, want me to cut you perseemon?’ ‘Anak, that perseemon isn’t ripe yet’ ‘Anak, I bought 12 perseemon for cheap!’ trips to Henlong market …
“1935-August… 1000 young cherry trees are donated to [the Parks] Board by Mr. and Mrs Uyeda. These are the first in the city and will be planted-out when more mature …
a perfect storm in a summerlike August sunny afternoon the sky was suddenly covered by a giant black cloak the cloak’s invisible train tramped across the towns in the north …
I awaken to the sound of him in the den stubbing his toe on my piano, swearing. He can never sneak around while I sleep. I lie silent, listening to …
I knew him only as “Sarge.” He answered to that moniker because he was a sergeant in the Thibeault Falls police force, and, I learned much later, a sergeant in …
She wasn’t brought up on picture books the way her own children were. Even though illustrated storybooks existed back in the early 1970s – for example The Snowy Day by …
‘mr big ? is that supposed to be ironic ?’ put the breast back into the blouse we managed to convince some swingers to bet on us here’s a cup, …