Dim Sum Dreams
I have dreams about Dim Sum sometimes, strange L.A. Chinatown fantasies with roasted ducks hanging in steamed windows and big oak tree butcher blocks worn smooth and bowled in the center from years of cleaving and carving, back tables behind secret doors, huge lazy susans revolving egg drop soups and wontons past immaculate jade green [...]
Without a Hitch
I never start off well. Shaky & ineffectual, I felt like a thumbless leper vacillating there by the Tenjin expressway entrance with my kindergarten-level kanji scrawled across the cardboard I’d heisted some minutes before reading, “Karatsu”. There should have been a question mark. I was unsure. Naked. Just me and my cardboard cock fishing in [...]
