“Spring breeze—
the pine on the ridge
whispers it”
– Kobayashi Issa (translated by David G. Lanoue) Read More
Tag: Reflections
My Chinatown
The thing I remember first was the noise…
The moment I stepped off the bus, clutching my guide Crystal’s hand for dear life, I was doused in the alien cacophony of Toronto’s Chinatown. People everywhere were laughing, yelling, hailing cabs, and bartering for street food. The singsong chatter of portable radios poured a constant stream of superhappy Cantonese talk radio from every storefront window. Read More