The lonely moon hangs in the skywaiting for the stars to come out and playOnce the curtain of night fallsit is a lighthouse for those lost at seaBut daylight drags …
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Aubergines—my mother believed eggplant sounded too unsophisticated—bananas, zucchini, and once, even a phallic-shaped sweet potato, which she cautioned me early on never to mistakenly refer to as a yam, which …
International Day of the Girl is celebrated on October 11th annually and its purpose is to honour girls’ rights and promote their empowerment. A former Canadian Member of Parliament, Rona …
When my mother passed away and left her old house in my care, I was lost. My childhood home was to be swept of all possessions so that the place …
Christmas is in three days, but we haven’t talked in months. Four months, to be exact. Ten, to be approximate. Should I count from the moment you left or the …
Raymond K. Nakamura writes, draws cartoons, and develops fun learning opportunities about science and Japanese Canadian history and culture, when he is not washing the dishes, walking the dog, …
she left clues, memories, dots of inhabitance: a man frozen at a cutting board, a woman hanging laundry, a child at the inlet, collecting shiners, all of them making home …
Fireflies were always quite nice to see, for they glowed ever so brightly With beauty comes vulnerability. But people took advantage and trapped them in jars. So that they could …
On Halloween night, my stubborn, nostalgic father clunked out his bashed-up trunk, nodded to my dragon-signed son. Swiftly, they dressed up in their favorite costumes and headed for China Town: …
Millennium gate. Snow, dirtied, clots curbs. Cars drift: junks over Pender; Huangpu runs in asphalt, shimmering with Pacifc brine. Street lamps fooding red, imperial in the half-light, ficker hidden dragons …