a dream

the roof’s ledge casts a black horizon across the trees, framing the painting of our night. our bodies rhythm for the first time, a gravitational pull moving to the beating of the earth the way hearts know. the medium — our bodies, the vibrations — our breaths. across countries and continents, our dimensions merge. legs…

Chinese Lessons in Havana

An aging Chinese Cuban community fights to preserve its Chinatown The gate of Havana’s Chinatown protrudes above a four-lane street connecting the residential neighborhood of Central Havana to the local tourist destinations. Every day of the week, vintage American cars drive past carrying foreigners on private tours of the city, or serving as rideshares for…

gardening

i lean down to touch my toes in tai chi 嫲嫲 sits forward in the linen lined green armchair her radio sings cantonese & static on am1480 together they begin, 落 花 满天 蔽月 光 — her voice is the colliding of tectonic plates mountains begin to rise higher across the globe, her oldest sister…

My Heart in Havana

I’m writing this from the International Airport in Havana. It’s the end of my week coming back to see my loved ones in Havana’s Chinatown and my heart feels full. I feel healing. When I first met the 20+ abuelos in the Casa de los Abuelos a year ago, I didn’t know that I would…

A Chinese Restaurant in East Harlem

I’ve been part of a free youth field production class at the Manhattan Neighborhood Network in East Harlem these past 10 weeks, which I’ve loved. Today a classmate and friend walks in with a lunch box of white rice, shrimp and broccoli. Hungry, I ask her where she got it. “There’s a Chinese place on…

The Love of Chinese Cuban Grandmothers

Exactly one year ago, I was in Cuba entering my second month of living in Havana and getting to know the Afro/Chinese/Cuban community there. Even though it has been a year, time has it so that it really doesn’t feel like it. I remember how heavy my heart was seeing a Chinatown that used to…