Shi Min Xie The Death of Famer Yan, IV
Nothing happened. Horse and I took a sip. It was sweet–perhaps a bit too sweet for me–but I saw that Horse enjoyed it. We waited for a while, and waited,…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part III
We found Prince Huang in the city. He was sitting in one of the inns, drinking wine. Horse and I bowed, and he gestured for us to sit. We did.…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part II
Horse and I turned to walk back to our master’s house. It was the same wooden house, and yet, everything had changed. Sadness enveloped it, or perhaps it was only…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part I–A Chinese New Year Murder Mystery
Horse and I remained in our stables. Morning had dawned, hours before, and our master, Farmer Yan, still hadn’t opened the doors to the shed and make us get to…
I am not OK.
I don’t know where to begin when writing about how not OK I am. I am just… not OK. In real life, I look like I’m OK, or that I’m…
My Cat
It is the first day of SingPoWriMo and I am cheating. I am posting this poem about my cat that some people have seen, or not. Here’s going back to…
My accent and me
When I was a kid, I read a lot of books that had American slang and watched a lot of Hollywood movies. I remembered that my first movie experience was…
Cactus–A Valentine’s Day Poem
A while ago, I was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Valentine and wrote this poem. I have a tricky relationship with poetry. It was all I used to write until…
On my favourite mug, and why objects are so important to us
I just spent the last hour combing my house for my favourite mug. It is a mug that shows my sense of humor–it is black in colour, has the words…
Please don’t pirate my book
When Dragonhearted came out, I was pretty sure that no one would want to pirate this book because it wasn’t from an international publisher or anything like that. But a…