Not long after the death of my grandfather (爷爷/爺爺), my family resumed its familiar tradition. When both my grandparents were alive, my parents, my sister and me would be regularly treated to dinner at their home, where we’d enjoy the familial and communal experience of eating together and watching television. The stark difference now was […]
passing
My Turn
When it was my turnto go inI sat cross-leggedby the ventilatorand told my buddygoodbye.I could have cried but he deserved morethan that. He deservedwhat carries no weight. Time. Before the lungs fillwith river water, and the dream oozes away from fingers like the texture of drowning lotus petals no longercaught between the rocks. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. […]