translated by Aung Aung Taik About ten days later after battling the weeds in my garden, I began to see the little reddish sprouts of lettuce. The green peas were perhaps shy at the beginning; just […]
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translated by Aung Aung Taik As the Pittsburgh spring finally arrived, I began to see some stores displaying packages of vegetable seeds and bags of soil and fertilizers. Sometimes, on the sidewalks, I saw shops selling […]
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translated by Aung Aung Taik My very first trip to America was in 2007 to participate in the International Writing Program held at the University of Iowa. Here I am, again, in America for the second […]
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translated by Aung Aung Taik I had been gazing at my new American backyard, longing to be able to garden as I used to in Burma. My neighbor, Henry, brought me a rose bush that another […]
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translated by Aung Aung Taik While living in my village in Burma, I enjoyed offering our home-grown flowers to our house shrine and eating the peas and gourds we grew for dinner. Near our village, the […]
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