Stories
We put one foot in front of the other and we repeat this. We walk away from our homes, from what we know and what we understand and what we find familiar, and we go out into the unknown. We take taxis and we board long-distance flights and we sit in a mud-splattered four-wheel drive …
Horoscopes can be murderous things, if you believe in them. The young prince stands in his wedding chamber, looking upon the face of his beautiful young bride. They had just gotten through a day and almost an entire night of ceremonies and festivities and blessings. There is evening yet for this new couple to begin …
Imagine you are sixteen and you have been reading books for as long as you can remember. Reading stories. Words were magic. Sentences were magic weaved into spells. And what kept you spellbound were stories, for hours at end. Your father used to take you to the state library every Saturday and you would borrow …
Red, red, the house is red. A theatre, a theatre, the house is a stage. The lanterns, the lanterns, they hang like lost children in the night; those lanterns, these lanterns, the city’s past arise and rise. You walk into the building, renovated from prior decay. An art gallery now, a local theatre (the stage …
Beijing, 2009 He smiles at me again. “Come on, let’s go in. The wife and baby are waiting.” And he grabs my bag before I can protest and leads me through the door. We catch up on news while walking pass the security guard, while going up in the elevator, while he struggles with his …
Beijing, 2009 I have been to the Great Wall at last. I can say that now. And as Björk scornfully puts it, “All walls are great, if the roof doesn’t fall.” It’s all right, in other words. But no, I’ve not been blown away. Though the winds, which are strong, may well do that and …
I have forgotten what you were wearing this morning. Have I always forgotten? There must be a time when I remembered whether you left our house wearing a cardigan or your favourite jacket, which one is that, again? So many questions and half-remembered answers. The years will do this to you. It has done me. …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
