yeye says ‘pass the 醃黃瓜’ and i do, licking the sour off my fingers. yeye points out the steam from the fish stew and gestures with his hands, mimicking a …
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poetry
The year was 1969. I was ten And carried a spiral notebook everywhere I went, from the corner store to the diamond, The whack of the bat, the way it …
december 21, 2016 — this morning, tens of thousands fled their homes in china. since last week, half a billion people have been inhaling red alert air more people than …
Alas, as a second-language speaker of English, I was fortunate enough to have it engraved in my brain and jammed down my throat at an early age. Having parents who …
Kai Cheng Thom is a poetic force of nature. The twenty six year old Chinese diaspora kid comes from three generations of settlers of colour from traditional Salish and Musqueam …
the city on saturday mornings is not fully awake yet not fully recovered from last night’s dancing reckless and loving lonely strangers and taking midnight walks up to casa loma. …
a place called No Homeland By Kai Cheng Thom Arsenal Pulp Press (2017) 83 pages, $14.95 (Paperback) REVIEWED BY DAVID LY Kai Cheng Thom’s a place called No Homeland is a …
I got a sunburn today, screaming red across the bridge of my nose like molten flesh. I’m glad. You see Mama, I’m not scared of becoming too “dark,” or curdling …
It’s strange watching this woman, my grandmother of the hunched back, chinaware bones and narrowing shoulders, this renegade who can count one more generation she has married off for every …
I Our arid fissured earth implores the blue heavens for drops of rebirth II Abundant river From clear to brown; at last dust The parched land despairs III Erratic weather …