The Things We Do

Life isn't fair. Not least in ways we can ever comprehend. All are dealt a different hand. Some kings, some queens, some black club threes. So why, why do we measure a brother by the weight of his misfortunes? Plagued. A sister, by the depth of her wounds? Broken. Why, why do we fear, even…

24 Carrot Gold

For some, music is the magic key to accessing a particular past experience, a buried memory. For others, it's perhaps a chanced blend of particles in the air whiffed up through the nostrils that triggers waves of nostalgia to come lapping lazily the back of the mind. For me, it's food. Don't ask me if…

Two sides of the moon

Saturday. I carried ninety-nine red roses down Bay Street. Sunday. I rested. Monday. I made music for none but this one. Tuesday. I made moon cakes to remember my froms. Wednesday. I painted with inks distilled from ninth month fields. Thursday. I shared a meal with a dearest friend, laughed, drank, and laughed some more.…

The Diasporic Predicament

Flog this shit.  Am I angry? Yeah, positively pissed. A bit at the perverse prose Western society continues to feed the brainless public, which at this particular point in time happens to be pathetically paralyzed by its own paranoia, but more undeservedly at myself, as a member of the model minority meekly should. Sick and…

12 Cookies of Christmas

Barely two weeks into 2021, and I want to crawl back into the comparative comfort of 2020. Here I am, writing this introduction to this first post of the year at 8:41pm Pacific time, with a loaf of zucchini bread that keeps asking for another 15 minutes in the oven, and Debussy's Estampes trickling from…

Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit

Beneath the groves Where lemons yellow Where swaying shades of Green softly cast Lays a sweet sleeper Unbeknownst to the sun Lulled heedless and mild Into brief slumber Many of you asked me for the lemon tart recipe, so here it is. I assure you none of the parts are particularly difficult, but where there…