An was staying in the home of a distant relation for the summer as his family’s lease on their apartment had expired and his mother had yet to receive the …
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Traces from the Li Po poem, “Quiet Night Thoughts,” threaded through my memories and thus, my writing. In trying to recall the childhood poem, I researched Li Po and learned …
Nobody Chinese—well, hardly anyone Cantonese—says “bak yren” to identify a Caucasian. “White person” is too descriptive, obvious, and bland. In Cantonese, the idiomatic expression “fan gwei lo” is given to …
Dream of redesigning Interior space I just need a Little refresh Something to lift my spirits. To Cover up this Matte, non-colour It’s Sucking the life out of me Swirl …
“Vimla, quick! Bring the tray here!” Ashi madam screeched from across the dining room as Vimla ran helter-skelter all over the unvarnished kitchen floor trying to fix breakfast. It was …
Holding The Holy Bible in his hands, Hardy Ko feels overwhelmingly flattered. All afternoon, he could not help but read again and again the inscription: To Hardy Ko May this …
The inevitable question I encounter every shift. Clad in a tight black tank top and minuscule skirt, I have a petite build under my work uniform. I’m 4’11” and have …
She sits loud-spoken, settling stiff body on stiff mattress with soft gray curls kissing humid air and I watch her hands sweep upward strokes, needle caressing beanie baby with rat-punctured …
A kilogram of boiled chickpeas, a few pinches of lemon salt, a whole lot more of kosher salt, a dash of tahini, ice as needed, and half a liter of …
Obachan is a force to be reckoned with. She guides me through Tokyo Station with the speed and efficiency of someone less than half her age. Her body, eighty-three years …
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