Epic Poem: With Good Intentions

Tired of the same regrets. My bullshit compass points straight to hell with good intentions. If only I could explain transform my faults right myself today, now not stumble in slow motion aeons of lifetimes away. Both my hurt parents were critical both of them abused to the point of deranged. That’s the legacy of…

Poem: abuse cycle rinse don’t repeat

My sister bullied me she showed me who was alpha wouldn’t let me eat set me in my place patrolled my victimhood trained me in slavery and dominance because I was the mirror she hated. I detested her jealous surveillance but pitied her when I saw her degraded often by our father who whipped the…

Poem: choice and consequence

1)It’s difficult to stand alone Without a clan a one person island depend on yourself Lone wolf syndrome Commitment phobia Staying alone protection I don’t need anyone Born of myself Fine with dying alone Bullshit No one wants that To be completely forgotten Missed by none every orphan knows Love creates family 2)No one was…

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,…

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…