Poem: The Invasion

The invasion that took over my father was not him, It was another Monster hiding In his stolen body shell This monster took us Straight to Hell My mother My brother My sister and I We’re all Still miraculously alive Living mysteriously graced by diamonds. We live our lives sometimes in lies for etiquette and…

Poem: Forgiveness Comes in Waves (haiku in 8 variations)

************************************ 1) Father Super Creep Rapist wannabe, Rage monster pervert. 2) Pedophile father Fool of regrets…but sorrow Can’t erase abuse. 3) Orphan-like father I forgive you but I won’t Deny or forget. 4) Misguided father You weren’t the family doctor, Sickness was in you. 5) Like Jekyll and Hyde I feel sorry for you now…

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…

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…