Poem: Where are you from?: Part One

What does it feel like to belong? Part of the clan Part of the colony. What would it be like If no one ever asked me Where am I from? The repetitive interrogation of strangers stalking me as if they were experts detectives of Asian culture. “Why do you want to know?” I ask, they…

Memoir: The Mystery of Language

In Korea I would blend in physically until I’d have to speak, my accent instantly exposes me as a foreigner. When I try to communicate in Korean, I speak like a toddler, in broken half-phrases, “Me go to sleep,” kind of cave-speak, but at 3yrs old I could understand and speak fluently in both languages,…

Poem : For my Grandma, my Halmoni

Lost puppy, baby ostrich, fancy pants guppie 3 years old again big eyes, piglet curly q tails combed shiny by Grandma, my Halmoni. Who raised me in Korea by herself, after already raising 5 daughters alone after widowhood. I’m running like the Flash in my red bright sandals a tiny female Hermès launched into the…

Poem : America is a Sanctuary Only for the Rich

Copyright free images are from pixabay.com Child hostages locked in chain link cages in concrete kennels unfit for dogs. Child prisoners still in diapers wrapped in crinkled space foil metallic paper blankets with tear-stained misery and hungry stomachs fed GMO poison and sedation drugs. Stolen toddlers labeled Unaccompanied are standing on trial representing themselves in…

Thank You Bruce Lee

Copyright free images of Bruce Lee The Martial Artist, Bruce Lee internationally elevated Asian attractiveness during the 1960s. Before (and unfortunately after) him, both Asian men and women were depicted as unattractive and/or villianously alien but at least his magnetic presence propped open the door to eventual positive Asian portrayal in media. The standard depiction…

Poem : Ancestors

Speaking love alive, My ancestors still survive, Inspiring dreams.

Memoir : Big White Van (part one)

Image from pexels.com I remember the fake polar bear fur that lined our polyester pink snow quilted jackets; we were born 6yrs apart but Mother often dressed us as identical twins. Our white commercial van had an unbolted, swerving back seat that jumped and jolted, we rode unseat-belted in wagon wheel fashion, with big leaps…

Memoir : Diamond in the Rough

Mom always said I was a diamond in the rough. “You’re an uncut diamond that was dropped, accidentally lost in the dirt. You’re beautiful, but no one can see that, because you hide your beauty.” What she meant to say specifically was, my sloppy boyish clothes and my unmade up face, were disguising my true…

Memoir : Twisted Sister: Beauty Pageant

At the Miss Koreatown beauty contest in the Baltimore Washington Area, Third Aunt applied so much stage makeup on Sister that she looked exactly like Dee Snider, the deranged looking front man of the one hit 80’s metal band, “Twisted Sister”. He infamously shout sang, “We’re not gonna take it anymore!” while costumed in striped…

Memoir : Them Slanty Eyes

“Well, you’re comin’ home with me!” She said matter of factly. “You can stay on board my boat for the next few days, while you sort things out.” “Thank you! I can do chores on your boat while I’m here.” I said. “Don’t you worry, I’ll put you to work! You can clean my boat…

Memoir : I don’t understand you

“Hello, Can I police have dat feesh over dare? Its dat fresh? From today come? How much ess dat will be?” Mother asked the sweaty fishmonger. “Whaat? I don’t understand you!” He shouted unnecessarily. “Sorlee, I say, can I havah dat squid over dare? How much is dat priced to me?” She sighed. “What’re you…

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”…