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 …
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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 …
Every single human will likely experience the loss of a loved one in their lifetime. Despite knowing this, we all want to find love and be loved. It’s a human …
I never went to the funeral of the first body I saw.
Seven kilometres from China’s Great Wall, my grandpa and I stood under the threatening alabaster
I remember the first days in Rome-sur-le-lac when we shared a medium-sized barge with two other families on the outskirts of the floating city. Our lone beaten-down door looked out …