Pritong isda smells foreign to my friends. Scales flaked off with a cleaver, gutted to its eyeballs, fried in a pan with rice until the smells — residual oil dripping off crispy hardened morsels, used the night before to fry … more »
As a translator of Chinese comics and folk rock who lives in Vancouver, BC, Nick Stember is an expert of Chinese comics, or manhua. In addition to building the world’s first English language encyclopedia of Chinese comics and animation, … more »
Like leaves on a falling tree, the last few years have been particularly unkind to me with family and friends dying from heart attacks, strokes, cancers and most notably, a noble death or suicide. In coming to terms with these … more »
Although I always loved listening to the radio while driving, I never totally paid attention to what was on. But when I passed 12th Street one BC Day, a song came on that demanded my full attention.
Beautiful, beautiful, British … more »
In your house, the lights turn on and off in different directions. Some switches flip up to turn on, others flip down to turn on. There’s a bank of five switches in the living room: to turn on the lamp … more »
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My mother, then fox. The Yangs, Anjuin. Even Miss Morris. They had all made decisions on my behalf. It had been necessary, I knew that. I had been a helpless child. From now on, however, the decisions ruling my life
(For Cole Gwinner)
is the name on the matching teal jackets
we bought on Christmas Eve so long ago
from the Taiga store
because it was three p.m.
and Mountain Equipment Co-op was closing
so their staff could celebrate… more »
We take the scenic route.
Heading up North the land dotted with wildlife,
farms the size of stadiums, one that sells only eggs,
the other, wild blueberries. Rocks ahead break out from their shells,
forming fissures, jagged lines you want … more »
Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents’ house consists of turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberries, rice, broccoli with fungus, glass noodles with bean curd, and Tofurkey. My Gung Gung cooks all afternoon in silence, shuffling slowly around the kitchen in his blue … more »
Save me, Mother, for I am burning.
We became water / Father
devoured our hearts to build kingdom
drowned the earth to suffocate all embers,
but our hearths, scraped dry by the salt, flooded with
mouths gaping, empty, gasping. Will … more »