Tammy Lai-Ming Ho

Tammy Lai-Ming Ho is the founding co-editor of Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, an editor of Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine, Hong Kong Studies, and has edited a number of literary anthologies and features centring on Hong Kong. She is also the President of PEN Hong Kong, a junior fellow of the Hong Kong Academy of Humanities, and an Associate Director of One City One Book Hong Kong. An Associate Professor at the Department of English at Hong Kong Baptist University, she teaches poetics, fiction, and modern drama. Her first poetry collection is Hula Hooping (2015), for which she won the Young Artist Award in Literary Arts from the Hong Kong Arts Development Council. Her other books are Too Too Too Too (2018), Her Name Upon the Strand (2018), An Extraterrestrial in Hong Kong (2018), and the scholarly book Neo-Victorian Cannibalism (2019). She is currently editing several academic volumes and a bilingual anthology of Hong Kong poetry.

Hong Kong Now

Hong Kong has experienced almost a year of political and social turmoil, with the aftershocks of last year’s protests continuing to be felt, and many of their grievances unaddressed.

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If I walk on a Hong Kong street for long enough, I will eventually bump into someone I know from a long time ago. So long ago that each of us wilfully resorts to deceptive amnesia. There are streets in …

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The Visitation

My paternal grandmother came to me in a dream and said: I have no money and I’m cold. I recounted the visitation to my parents— They had forgotten to burn for my granny paper money, paper clothes—offerings sent to the …

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One Person

If I tell you my full name, will you only say it when I drown or fall? Which protest poster will you carry around close to your chest like an oversized pendant? Have you been served gas or spray? Where …

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Your Name in My Lexicon Means Yes

Once, you talked to me on the phone, I complained about the loud wind obscuring your voice. You responded: Baby, I can’t make the wind stop. The creation of meanings takes three steps: saying yes, singing no, unbinding maybe, and …

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This May Be a Love Poem

We are ugly but we have the words, even if no one reads them. We carry no axes, unready to kill. Or turn on the oven until it warms. trains have passed us since the day we were born and …

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Let’s Not Jump to Inconclusions

One November I began to fall deeply in love with a man who just yesterday told me to add tension to my linebreaks, challenge the readers, discomfort the empty spaces on the page. I am trying to listen, but there …

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