April 1, 1995
Prayers to Buddha
You are the sun that rises above water the jade buried in stone a woman who gives birth to sons My grandmother reads from the almanac of life tucked under […]
April 1, 1995
Cauldron
Gerneralissimo Yuan Shih Kai, your horse went mad. He danced a ribbon around the character named "chaos." Oh grand master, won't you let the light in, this human destiny, scroll […]
April 1, 1995
The Colonial Language Is English
Heaven manifests its dualityMy consciousness on earth is two-foldMy parents speak with two tonguesMy mother's tongue is ToisanMy father's tongue is CantoneseThe colonial language is EnglishI and thou, she and […]
April 1, 1995
Midwife
Sunday night in the living room my grandmother reads The Chinese Times with a cracked magnifying glass and one lamp. She does this every Sunday when my mother and the […]
April 1, 1995
The Color of the Lahore Sky
Peace arrived at Five Queen’s Road, slowly and reluctantly, the way a gray sky becomes less heavy before the sun. It was not the kind of reprieve that might have […]
April 1, 1995
Naked
1. A View Of The Garden Do we need alibis? I broke the vase into four rivers. Forgive me. Near the brook, a sweet theatrical rose. Loud. Distracted. […]
April 1, 1995
Emperor
We were playing horse ride in the afternoon on Main Street, which was a noncombat zone for the boys in Dismount Fort. The fourteen of us were in two groups. […]
April 1, 1995
Dreams
He was a man—an ordinary man except for his ability to glean the secrets of life in his dreams. His dreams were as vivid and clear as a river in […]