Journal : Aquarium Therapy: Part Two

My tanks have been set up for about 2 weeks now so here’s the follow up on how they’re doing. I bought the aquariums to reduce work stress and guess what, I got a promotion at work! Feng Shui says aquariums bring good chi flow, money and health. Yay, I think it’s true ;). The…

Poem : Radiance

We are of starlight. We are water life and energy light. We are material and ethereal. We are a circle of women dreaming a circle within a circle of men dreaming a circle again. We are a band of traveling evolutionaries a band of waves. We are creation creating, Nothing is by accident. We seek…

Poem : Power of the Small

Little weeee Racing through the tunnel Of flashing LED Little colony of colonizers Pre-occupied we With our phone homes Like little ETs We’re looking for answers With our little eyes Through technology’s blur Crystal batteries from Silicon Valley sounds like something From Star Trek reality. Google Apple Android Nerd Are we going to stay? If…

Journal : Aquarium Therapy

I’ve been feeling run down at work. I work two part time jobs in customer service positions. Working with the general public, is 100% stressful at times! I don’t sell anything but access to free knowledge and resources, (I work for libraries), but the environment there has rapidly changed from peaceful to unpredictably loud. Gone…

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…

Poem : The Resurrection of Words

Writing like gnawing at rope, writing online, on time, like it’s a contest, who won? No one, it’s a tie. What are we producing? Why? At what price? Paid or unpaid? What are we made for? Whom are we created for? by-try-why-what are the stakes, the risks, the options of doom or everlasting blooming. Deciphering…

Power to the People of Oakland

I love living in Oakland, California, the most racially diverse city in the nation. This is where political activists from the 60s, the Black Panthers rose up in social revolution, Oakland is their birthplace. I remember them not as the violent revolutionaries that they are portrayed as, I acknowledge the social work that they implemented,…

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…

Forgiving Millennials and the Demise of Civilization

I can understand that differences of perception exist. Perceptions are shaped by experiences, experiences create reality. What we collectively think tends to define the end label. Now labels are called Brands, with a highlighted italic bold font, trendy bendy annoying boring. Millennials forgive me while I speak of fargone things, I don’t hate you that’s…