August 11, 1788               Mon Cher D.               I love it when you buy me clothing. Fashions for me to wear, meant for you to then take off me....

Chinatown Blues Teatime in Chinatown  Where the old men play MahjongWhile reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodlesWhose Tao is a Macau séanceFor spirits of ancestorsLike the memory of an opium den  In a dream for a wizened apothecaryBearded in ashen...

“You not from ‘round’ here, are you?”         Sam turned to find a brown-haired mousy little girl peering over his shoulder.  “How would you know that?”         “I ain’t seen ya before.  That means you...