This is a city
where a village boy could become a movie star of Hollywood renown,
where film stars demonstrated against nude photos of an actress taken against her will.
The death of an artist could draw thousands to the streets,
a white rose each in torrents of rain.

This is

I made many false starts by imagining the ad I would place in magazines and papers: ‘Looking for Luke who grew up in France. Came back to Hong Kong in 1994. Met you at Berlin Lan Kwai Fong. Last saw you at your shop in 1999’. The placement does not matter; I will the wandering eyes

Snail curled small
in its grooved shell
clasped to the nurturing wall
Seeking double protection

Little red body
five filament legs
and two tearing tentacles
The spider roams the same wall

Chair drum- shaped
amalgam of styles
spindle backed and dumpy legs
Holding me,

Poem by Ady Chung Fong Yeung                 

                        All the pieces come back to me now
When a collected voice mentioned your presence
Starting off the recent news -
Officials said it was old.
It was then to be rebuilt
And so much was to