(Poems I love): Someday Maybe

Originally posted on The Stories In Between:
I made a promise To an old friend That I’d be back This way someday But a restlessness Sleeps down Inside me Burning questions In my heart Where in this world Can I call My home Where in this Do I belong I’ve walked a long road Full…

Memoir : My Dad, Muhammad Ali and Boxers

My Dad loved boxing. On weekends he’d watch the televised matches on tv, before the reign of cable. Mom would cut up bite sized snacks of fruit or ice-cream. She’d arrange the snacks in an artful mandala pattern on a tray or bowl for me to serve to him, geisha style, while he cheered from…

Memoir : Nemesis Friend

We treated her like a servant because she was the eldest born female child, in traditional Korean households it meant you were held responsible. Since childhood she was our: maid, nanny, cook, and laundress. But the many hats my sister wore never included Princess, that was my orphaned, Resident-Invalid role. I was deemed special, as…

Forgiving Millennials and the Demise of Civilization

I can understand that differences of perception exist. Perceptions are shaped by experiences, experiences create reality. What we collectively think tends to define the end label. Now labels are called Brands, with a highlighted italic bold font, trendy bendy annoying boring. Millennials forgive me while I speak of fargone things, I don’t hate you that’s…

Journal : Blogging Experiment, Commit and Make a Plan

Hello awesome friends, I’m going to attempt to post something every day with set topics: Culture Sunday, Feminist Monday, Nonfiction Tuesday, Art Wednesday. Creative Nonfiction Thursday, Poetry Friday, Alternative Healing Saturday. I’m going to probably write shorter articles haha, but I feel compelled to devote regular time to writing and posting, both to improve my…

Memoir : Big White Van (part two)

Father hit my head and kicked me to the ground with ferocity. The shock of the blow surged through my brain like a lightning bolt. “Next time answer me when I ask you a question!” he shouted, then he kidnapped my cousin. They left in the early afternoon and returned in the evening. It was…

Journal : Creating as Therapeutic Connection, Part One: Making Zines

I’ve always loved art and literature and I was an early reader. My first books came from my mother’s coworker friend. She gave me Dr. Seuss’ “Mr. Brown Can Moo Can You?” and various elementary school text books when I was in preschool. It was the early 70s and simplistic stories about Dick, Jane and…

Half-lives and Help-mates (a reflection on “A Handmaid’s Tale”)

After watching season one of the Hulu series, “A Handmaid’s Tale” which is based on Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel about a dystopian world of enslaved surrogate breeders in a sterile patriarchal society; distinct parallels between Confucian and Christian doctrines that I was raised with immediately resurfaced. Historically Patriarchy thrived in militant cultures that valued competition…

Memoir : Gifted and Talented (Part one)

In the fifth grade I was selected to join the elite Gifted and Talented class at Pine Grove Elementary. It was like going to prep school without the uniforms, a mini pre-Ivy League program for upper to middle class kids in public school on the East Coast. My family recently moved to an affluent neighborhood…

Memoir : My Scarlet Letter (asian eyelid circumcision)

It’s my scar let, let her, it’s my badge of shame, Look into my eyes to see, who is left to blame. You’re not seeing the me I was or could have become naturally, you’re seeing the altered version, the plastic victim mimicry. I wear it as a punishment for vanity. I am Medusa camouflaged…