Night Owl Sonata (in one movement)

Twenty eight

Iris and I made our first turnip cake in our life! It’s no big deal Iris said, but to me it’s an achievement. I always thought this work belongs to...

Twenty Seven

Nian eats livestock, crops and attacks people on new year’s eve. The next day, if we find ourselves still alive, we must celebrate. We must eat to ...

Twenty Six

I used to run away from Nian, that annoying beast never failed to show up year after year. Loathing the formalities of visiting elders, contemptuou...

Twenty Five

We want books, more than ever, but in fact we cannot have more books (our walls are fully lined with bookshelves and they are super heavy), and if ...

Twenty Four

Listening to Lydia Davis’s Essays One I suddenly miss Hemingway so from the bedroom table I fetch A Moveable Feast, a book I still haven’t finished...

Twenty three

Let me describe to you a curb side garden - our humble front porch built with the help of a few good friends, V, B and T. Right in front of our big...

Twenty two

Seeing beauty in a storm, you sketch, braid and crochet for two enduring years you throw out a life-affirming net, it’s a road map of your arteries...

Twenty one

My friend EC is a sojourner, he’s from St. Catharines, a city in Niagara Region in Ontario Canada. In the mid-nineties we met in Hong Kong through ...

Twenty

My father was a sojourner, who went away and never came back. In my lexicon I have a different feeling for the term, father means farther, distant ...

Nineteen

To write, from one language to another, is like migration. The journey is long and arduous. I think, reason and seek solutions with the same mind, ...

Eighteen

I dreamed that at the end of my days I decided to migrate. I sold all my possessions, bade farewell to my closest family and friends - the few stil...

Seventeen

Go and stay, go and return. To go or to stay, to be or not to be. Humans learn to be migratory without really studying the birds. Our earliest ance...