Poem: The last time I saw him

The last time I saw him I was defiant, “Children always love their mothers more,” I said to him while looking in his eyes. The last time I visited him in Maryland I took my 6 yr old son to meet him for the first and maybe the last time. He had been telling lies…

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,…