Memoir: The time that Dad crashed

The time that Dad crashed he wasn’t drunk. He was driving the big white van on the freeway to see his gold-digger lover. Drinking wasn’t the cause of his evil, his main sins of choice were pride and lust. The pride resulted in vicious ego contests with Mom and the lust manifested in affairs, along…

Memoir: The Line Up

“Line up from oldest to youngest,” he said. I remember the orange carpet, we were standing in the living room. It was the 1970s, when we lived on the East Coast, in Maryland. We were a model Korean immigrant family of five. He waved the black gun in the air in front of our eyes….

Poem: Poetic Justice

He was the aggressor Ignited by Mother A live waiting volcano Calm until he burst. He’d switch gears unpredictably Laughing along gregariously Until the sudden reverse When upside down Serial killer clown With racing horse eyes Veins panting protruding out Like an addict Impatient for a fix Face flushed red Rage-oholic Father Patriot knows worst…

Poem : Beauty

Beauty was our primary worth, our female obligation. Being beautiful was a protection, like an amulet of good. Then your peacock husband master, would stay faithfully with you until death. But if you were cursed with ugliness, you deserved to be cheated on, raped, butchered and abandoned. (Screenshot Images from Video, “Hanbok: Silhouette and Structure”…

Poem : Born to Rescue Them

We children, aged 6,12,14, counterbalanced and comforted her, against our father’s constant criticism and sudden rages. But we were still children, sophisticatedly wise, but we couldn’t handle the adult level of responsibility, that protecting her required. We couldn’t stand guard by her side at all times, and we couldn’t release her from the hellish marriage…