“The Lie” by Zabrina Lo

Her seat has been empty for a year. Still we sit together. Not together. Around the table we eat the tasteless water chestnut cakes which I insist ordering. I lie that the plum rain of China in early January nourishes the jade-like crunchy corms – the best time to savour this New Year’s dish. But…

“How A Ceiling Fan Rotates” by William Ng

I sat at the back of a classroom With twenty lads in a warm and humid afternoon. My mentor taught his English before the board, Writing cursive with his chalk. I caught a certain breeze of calm, Gazing at a buzzing ceiling fan Its metal blades revolving around a milky white and pivotal round. It…

“Weathered” by Grace Wong Hiu Yan

  It was declared the last storm of the summer, when the wind was strong and billowing curtains of rain scattered paklan petals over the tiled courtyard, and silver-veined wind chimes echoed the rhythm of beaded eaves. After a while the rain quieted, the clogged drains stirred themselves into delusional cups of tea, and the…

“Late Arrival” by Pamela Wong

Long have I departed from you, long have I been petrified at the front steps, gazing at the gate, reconstructing the countless hours you had spent here, with the stubborn street light, dimmed in the swirling smoke of nicotine. For twelve years had it questioned your patient heart? It agitates me as I am ready…

“Model Factory Man” by Jimmy Chan

His altar was at a food factory. His piety was rated satisfactory. There he performed rituals and pushed buttons, Where he devoted himself to make more muttons. Suddenly the Machine snarled and growled That cowed the acolyte to cower and bow. Then the bell rang a deafening ring And the lights painted his altar with…

“Another Matthew Bear” by Cheng Tim Tim

“We would love to provide bears to all of you who are mourning the loss of someone special. However, we are a very small group and are doing this just for fallen service member’s families.” —The Matthew Freeman Project Covered in a piece of the army uniform you’d worn, now unstained as in the morning…