Memoir: The Line Up

“Line up from oldest to youngest,” he said. I remember the orange carpet, we were standing in the living room. It was the 1970s, when we lived on the East Coast, in Maryland. We were a model Korean immigrant family of five. He waved the black gun in the air in front of our eyes….

Poem: Poetic Justice

He was the aggressor Ignited by Mother A live waiting volcano Calm until he burst. He’d switch gears unpredictably Laughing along gregariously Until the sudden reverse When upside down Serial killer clown With racing horse eyes Veins panting protruding out Like an addict Impatient for a fix Face flushed red Rage-oholic Father Patriot knows worst…

Poem : Born to Rescue Them

We children, aged 6,12,14, counterbalanced and comforted her, against our father’s constant criticism and sudden rages. But we were still children, sophisticatedly wise, but we couldn’t handle the adult level of responsibility, that protecting her required. We couldn’t stand guard by her side at all times, and we couldn’t release her from the hellish marriage…