From March 10, 2010 I worked Saturday at my office in Kwun Tong, joining friends afterwards in rural Sai Kung for dinner. We walked to a small shop selling fine Italian cheeses, meats, olives, oils, and wines and enjoyed a light snack of prosciutto, formaggio con tartufi and marinated garlic, with home-made bread and a … [read more]
Writing
Memory Pain
Trigo Road family, forty years later, Camino Cielo, 2014. Oh, serve me right to suffer Hey, hey, serve me right to be alone Serve me right to be alone ‘Cause I’m still livin’ with a memoryOf the days that’s passed and goneThe days that’s passed and gone – Percy Mayfield 1964 I practice letting go … [read more]
Hopscotch
Today, I want to both wish myself a happy birthday and thank many of you for your kind wishes. Like the kid’s game of hopscotch–that dates back to many centuries before the current era in India–I have tapped a toe into all eight of the decade-squares in the French La Marelle version of the game, … [read more]
The Man in the Mirror
V&A Rotunda Chandelier-Dale Chihuly-Missouri Botanical Garden One of my favorite poets, Joni Mitchell said, “We all come and go unknown / each so deep and superficial / between the forceps and the stone.” Can I know another, or am I caught in a loop, seeing only my projections of myself, working out my karma as … [read more]
That
in chilly darkness still hours before dawn midway through Rohatsu week my old teacher walks kentan with decades of determination faith and doubt tucked inside his okesa. Nothing happens but for this.
These old boots
As most did, I learned to walk at a young age. I never looked back. I’ve always loved walking. “No, you guys go on ahead. I’ll walk.” To be sure, I took this for granted. Some whom I love have lost this ability to walk altogether. The first piece of creative writing I ever did … [read more]