Stories
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 …
. 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 …
. 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; …
. . And the Mock Turtle moans and weeps and complains about his dismal fate, the poor excuse for life that he has been handed on his plate. And the Gryphon pits his wit against them both, chest proud and thumping; he is so much better than everyone else, of course, it goes without saying, …
. History This city has no history. There are no stories attached to it. We know it’s called Bath, this city, this former town that sprawled into its current form, but like an unnamed species, we do not know this animal either. Do people come here, or do people leave? Do they have a choice? …
. The Heart of England This is not a guide to the Cotswolds. This is not a guide to Stratford-upon-Avon and Bourton-on-the-Water and Moreton-in-Marsh and Chipping Campden and Stow-on-the-Wold and Winchcombe and Broadway. This is not a guide to all those little towns and villages. This is not a guide to the famous Cotswolds stone, …
. London Calling London’s calling. Heathrow, here I come. The plane soars from Changi and our vacation begins good and proper in the air, I think. Here and now, surrounded by clouds and clarity, we forget our troubles and the toil of a 9-to-5, Monday-till-Friday workweek. A new leash of life. I have been travelling …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
