When the night dreams, the stars are forgotten and they are not put to bed. Some of them wander off and play and fade away when the much brighter sun shuffles in to take her place. Occasionally, a star would not suffer this ignoble fate but instead prefer to jump to his death.
And this is one …
What do women want? What do the ladies crave for? Is it for gold or is it for diamonds? Is it for a life not bound by fresh-cut roses and felt-cut hearts? Is it a promise of fidelity or a promise of affairs? One woman’s meat is another woman’s poison after all, though some may …
The Fountain of Youth I
It is the end of days. The nurse comes and takes away the vase of flowers, sweeps with her right hand the dead leaves off the window counter, disappears, returns with a fresh bunch of flowers in the vase. These are white flowers, what sort, you ask yourself, but you can’t …
I. Labyrinth
Macau is a catacomb above ground, alleys mate and marry, magically reproduce, their offspring more tiny lanes that seem to lead you further down an impossible maze.
You can get lost here.
What good fortune if we did, I thought. Good riddance to the life as we know it, no more jobs to return too, offices melt into …
Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year. So I am back in my hometown, celebrating it with my family, reunion dinner and red packets and lunar cookies (kookies?). Today is Valentine’s Day and so you are invited to dinner with your boss, a candlelit meal prepared by his girlfriend for three.
A few …
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Her skin is white as snow, as smooth as moonskin, as delicate as those little cakes they make to worship the mid-autumn month. The lunar girl. The Lady and her tavern of gold, framed by the evening’s dying sun.
And now it is night, and winter is here and it is cold. Yet light remains from within. …
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She watches herself
She is not her reflection, she knows
She asks the mirror
Who shall satisfy me? Would there ever be?
Glass is glass: cold, dead
There can be no answer you don’t already hold
She smiles, bitterly
And erases her glass smile with a mallet
“O mirror, I know
You don’t lie; sometimes I wish you would.”
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Words & design by Kenny Mah. Original image from …
