Sik Siu Siu lives and writes in Vancouver, British Columbia. He loves to travel and sit on a bus passing miles and miles of rice fields, grass, trees, rivers, mountains. His work has been featured in The Write Launch, Typishly, Turnpike Magazine, and Beyond Words Magazine.
“My Bus Worries Me,” “Voice of Yesterday Morning,” and “Strangers”
Epicurus the Greek philosopher
tells me not to fear death.
He goes, Why should you fear death?
If you are, then death is not.
tells me not to fear death.
He goes, Why should you fear death?
If you are, then death is not.
Poetry
Issue 82, April 2024
“A Pair of Sneakers from Far Away,” “Asking the Mid-Autumn Moon Out on a Date” and “Two Chestnut Trees”
Like the sky that shines
because of dawn,
I shine
because of a pair of sneakers
wrapped in a package
sent from longing.
They have flown
across several oceans.
because of dawn,
I shine
because of a pair of sneakers
wrapped in a package
sent from longing.
They have flown
across several oceans.
Poetry
Issue 54, October 2021
“A Cold Night Through Time,” “A Feast on the Past and Present” and “To the Living and the Dead”
When I shiver with cold at night
I put on the socks of memories
boil a pot of yesterdays
promise my legs with
a blanket of tomorrows
I put on the socks of memories
boil a pot of yesterdays
promise my legs with
a blanket of tomorrows
Poetry
Issue 50, June 2021
Limfill
About three months ago, if you had had the opportunity to visit Lucy, you would surely have seen me, wrapped in a white plastic bag, sitting on the floor and leaning against the side of a shoe rack against the wall right beside the door to the outside. Certainly, you would have been able to tell, by experience or by instinct, that I was not supposed to be deserted there, indeterminately, in that unsightly condition.
Short Story
Issue 21, January 2019
Sik Siu Siu
Sik Siu Siu lives and writes in Vancouver, British Columbia. He loves to travel and sit on a bus passing miles and miles of rice fields, grass, trees, rivers, mountains. His work has been featured in The Write Launch, Typishly, Turnpike Magazine, and Beyond Words Magazine.
“My Bus Worries Me,” “Voice of Yesterday Morning,” and “Strangers”
Epicurus the Greek philosopher
tells me not to fear death.
He goes, Why should you fear death?
If you are, then death is not.
tells me not to fear death.
He goes, Why should you fear death?
If you are, then death is not.
Poetry
Issue 82, April 2024
“A Pair of Sneakers from Far Away,” “Asking the Mid-Autumn Moon Out on a Date” and “Two Chestnut Trees”
Like the sky that shines
because of dawn,
I shine
because of a pair of sneakers
wrapped in a package
sent from longing.
They have flown
across several oceans.
because of dawn,
I shine
because of a pair of sneakers
wrapped in a package
sent from longing.
They have flown
across several oceans.
Poetry
Issue 54, October 2021
“A Cold Night Through Time,” “A Feast on the Past and Present” and “To the Living and the Dead”
When I shiver with cold at night
I put on the socks of memories
boil a pot of yesterdays
promise my legs with
a blanket of tomorrows
I put on the socks of memories
boil a pot of yesterdays
promise my legs with
a blanket of tomorrows
Poetry
Issue 50, June 2021
Limfill
About three months ago, if you had had the opportunity to visit Lucy, you would surely have seen me, wrapped in a white plastic bag, sitting on the floor and leaning against the side of a shoe rack against the wall right beside the door to the outside. Certainly, you would have been able to tell, by experience or by instinct, that I was not supposed to be deserted there, indeterminately, in that unsightly condition.
Short Story
Issue 21, January 2019