Poem: Therapists, the rapists of psychology

Therapists pretend to know While they themselves are troubled I’ve paid to counsel a few for free during my wasted hours. One complained about her love life her disappointments on OkStupid she spent my whole session on herself. Another who also happened to be a nun suggested I poke holes in the condom to rope…

Memoir: Synchronicity Mystery

I’ve experienced intensely focused moments of Synchronicity that I can only explain as natural alignment with life or natural, unconscious magic or supernatural support. I’m non-religious but spiritually inclined. I’ve formally studied chakra meditation, learned to give clairvoyant readings and felt the undeniable connection between all beings during the sessions that gave me amazing peace,…

Poem: Orphan song

I never felt like I belonged anywhere or to anyone felt like I was predestined to be an orphan When your family can’t understand you and your few friends can’t relate that’s what I mean by orphan. Maybe I should just be grateful for the love I was given Lovers were the closest I came…

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,…