“Bookworm Moments” by Tammy Ho Lai-Ming

Earlier this month, funded by the Hong Kong Arts Development Council, I attended the Beijing and Suzhou Bookworm Literary Festivals. In Beijing, I was a speaker on the panels “Poetry Around the World” and “Writing Place” and in Suzhou, I was on the panels “Agree to be Different!” and “Literature Across Frontiers”. During my stay…

“The Window” by Daisy Lam

One drunken night, people living on my floor decided that they wanted more windows. ::::: Daisy Lam is a third-year student studying at the Department of English and the Department of Education. [Read all entries by Daisy.]  

“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…

“And She Walked On” by GiGi To Man Chee

Removing two zero eight six from my timetable, I reluctantly enrol in a different course on a different day. There’s no doubt poetry is not replaceable, But the die has been cast for my schedule on Fridays. My teacher enthusiastically asked us to read a cat poem, lightly, ………………………………………………………light-heartedly. I wanted to respond, but could…

“Gastritis” by Vinton Poon

. My stomach acid suddenly decides to be adventurous. Without a passport, they travel up. Little do they know, they’re not the most refined tourists, Leaving a trace of blazing pain in my throat. The body is not the most adaptive object. To accommodate, only congee can pass my lips, Their grand voyage has chased…

Ongoing Moments: Heidi Huang

Ongoing Moments: A series in which teaching staff and students from the English Department respond to a photograph of their choice. [Read all entries.] [Revisit the “Interrogative” series.]   My Collection Of Notebooks Only a few pages used in each. Some have been there for years. Some new arrivals. “In the beginning was the written…

Ongoing Moments: John Wakefield

Ongoing Moments: A series in which teaching staff and students from the English Department respond to a photograph of their choice. [Read all entries.] [Revisit the “Interrogative” series.] . Chemistry your photograph: the chemistry of remembering fixed on the card your child: the chemistry of remembering folded in the flesh —by Brian Holton (a friend…

“Are The Yellow Ribbons ‘We’?” by Nicola Chan Oi Ching

We are nonconformists who conform to wear the yellow ribbon in the heart of hearts singing “Umbrella Revolution” We create a utopia-to-be. No screenings or selections. No appointed positions. No age differentiation. No gender discrimination. We learn to unlearn to relearn words like “policemen”, “umbrella”, “democracy” Denotations and connotations shifting in time with history. Since when to…

“An Encounter at City Express” by Thomas Deng Guochang

. On “An Encounter at City Express”: The free verse poem was drafted during my summer residency at the MFA creative writing program at City University of Hong Kong in 2011. City Express is the name of the canteen at AC1, CityU, in which I had my first writing workshop. I was at City Express one…

“Intersection Collaborative Learning Project” — A Showcase of the Best Works (with an introduction by Heidi Huang and Holden Liang Qichao)

This month, students from the English Department’s Master’s programme in Literary and Comparative Studies (MALCS) joined the students from the undergraduate course Hong Kong Stories (taught by Heidi Huang) in an “Intersection Collaborative Learning Project”. The collaborative field trip which they undertook throughout Hong Kong was inspired by local modernist writer Liu Yichang’s short story…

“HongKongopoly” by Jason Eng Hun Lee

. . The object of the game is to become the wealthiest player through buying, renting and selling property. Parker Brothers Pick up a top hat, tailor made, or try on new leather boots, the latest edition for players, enter by steam ship or train and take a stroll across town, ready to turn your…

“cemetery miss you” by Jason S Polley

Jason S Polley at the Taj Mahal, Agra, India, mid-May 2004. Photo by Maria Fernanda Jaramillo Zapata. . . folder b file 1 0 min 17 sec hash it come in sheet with a stamp every sheet have to be stamp with a company name so you always want the company name its valuable you…

“Indicium” by Paavo Haavikko, translated by Douglas Robinson

Image source: British Library (via.) 1 Now Ehrensvard starts building a great fortress on the Wolf Islands, every year a barrel of gold is shipped all the way from France for it, also a lilac bush, which he didn’t order. It takes root tenaciously in the barren soil, ten years from now you’ll have to…

“John Gave Rachel A Book” by Tammy Ho Lai-Ming

John gave Rachel a book, ten years ago John gave Rachel a book Of poetry— Western Wind: An Introduction to Poetry On the second page of the book John had written, in green: For Rachel, who doesn’t need An introduction to anything— Certainly not to poetry— With memories of all the Places we talked about…

“shivers shove eyelids” by Jason S Polley

“Diptych: Above & Below” by JSP. 28 July 2010. McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala, Himachal Pradesh, India. shivers shove eyelids up breaking seal abrupt ending fireplace dreams to smell of smiling sun hiking himalayan ridgerange brand newborn days rays misty mystic mountain snow rock and open torii gate guesthouse door reveals curious never idle youthful eyes and…

“distrust friendly gentleman” by Jason S Polley

Photo by JSP. 6:40 am. Late July 2010. McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala, India. distrust friendly gentleman who says Sit relax and Put ………….pack uptop and then appears outside your train ………….window and tells you to open it wide for its Very ………….hot humid and you talk about canada and germany and his Germany ………….girlfriend and the…

“Monkey Man” by John Wakefield

I ask you a question, or say what I think. You don’t give an answer… don’t respond to my thoughts. Instead you say “Wow, you talk like I do… …that’s funny as hell.” I’m a monkey on a bike, wearin’ a hat ‘n a coat. When I talk like you do, you just gotta laugh…….

“To the Caulfield Express” by Holden Liang Qichao

Photo by Holden. I sat on the upper deck of a dust-coated bus, heading towards the incandescence of the city’s neon heart. The first time I saw this bus, ‘city boat’ was its badge, dangled by a faded lanyard. Maybe this was why I sat up high. So I wouldn’t drown too soon by the…

“45 Belgrave Square” by Jason Eng Hun Lee

“Nelson’s Column, 7th March, 2010” by Tammy Ho We waited under the buzz of a rotating fan, sheets neatly printed against palms, waiting for my annual summons to citizenship. Dad led the way, preceding me by thirty year’s toil under a hot tropical sun as we sat under the crescent gaze of a woman with…