I didn’t know it was supposed to be preserved I didn’t know it was a souvenir I was a teenager, … More
Tag: Memoir
Poem: transparent
I felt see-through transparent all of my life never valued for what I was. I was their mirror seen in … More
Poem: Mom’s collection
I love how you collected figurines protected in glass shelves displayed in elegance right next to children’s toys. McDonalds Happy … More
Poem: no more worries mama
Mama you don’t have to worry about my salvation anymore you can throw that boulder into the abyss where it … More
Poem: Mother’s Day 2020
Preface: I wanted to participate in the eulogy for my mom at her funeral in March of this year but … More
Memoir: Scapegoated Freedom: Part two
The reason why my brother thinks that I’m responsible for our mother’s death is because of the stress that she … More
Memoir: Prose Poem: Scapegoated Freedom: Part One
1) Confession spotlight time/of the unwed mother crime/unnecessary shame/that I wouldn’t claim/because I’m not a fool who cares about what … More
Memoir: Attachment Theory explains my role in my family and a haiku for my Halmoni
My life has been on pause since I returned home from my mother’s funeral. I’m depressed about her death and … More
Memoir: my true love Spencer Stories: #3 Dichotomies
He was my opposite in nearly every way and like puzzle pieces we fit perfectly together. He was tall, I … More
Memoir: my true love Spencer Stories: #2 Bipolar Artist
Sheshan R, unsplash.com Spencer was bipolar but I didn’t understand the disease. It was like he was blind, but I … More
Work Stories: Goodbyes: Part Four (final part)
On the day we argued she must have been in great physical pain because she yelled at me for unknown … More
Work Stories: Goodbyes: Part Three
Over the years she has always asked me, “When are you coming home?” “I made a new home in California. … More
Work Stories: Goodbyes: Part Two
My mother never got over the way I left my childhood home in Maryland. I escaped, literally. I told her … More
Poem: Where I can’t follow (haiku in 6 variations)
1) Here I am again Writing about my mother She’s my obsession. 2) Because I love her Because I can’t … More
Memoir Poem : To my true nemesis friend, my Sister, who carried the weight between love and hate
My sister was my bully once upon a long time ago She hated me for existing and for being pampered … More
Memoir: Poem: Symbols are like an alphabet
Symbols are like an alphabet in my mind. My dream of home contains them, often I rearrange them. Symbols can … More
Memoir: Poem: Memories repeat like songs
Memories repeat like songs./I left my parent’s home in Maryland/our domestically unsafe haven/filled like helium/with emotional explosions/anchored by our collective … More
Memoir: Six degrees of separation: my 3rd degree connection to “The Artist” formally known as Prince Rogers Nelson
When the album, “Purple Rain” came out I was a teenaged fan. I heard rumors that he was from a … More
Poem: Treestarlight, a poem for my mom
My mother loved Christmas She loved trimming the tree and beamed singing while stringing crystal light stars untangling the multicolored … More
Protected: Poem: bad romance
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Poem: “Seoul Sister” translated (part one)
I came up with the name Seoul Sister Because Koreans have much soul I was born in Seoul with a … More
Work Stories: Catering: “Where do I know you?”
I was working at a catering event, an engagement party at a fancy house in the obnoxiously affluent Marina district … More
Poem: Survivor’s Guilt (haiku in 8 variations)
1) with Survivor’s guilt you live your lifetime thinking what could I have done? 2) It doesn’t matter that it’s … More
Memoir Poem: Ghost House
The houses that you leave behind become doubled like ghosts. Lost memories haunt dreams in landscapes of place. Hillsides fences … More
Memoir Poem: Spencer: (Part One): The Hotel Royan in San Francisco
this is not me :), pexels.com Spencer lived the high life at 16th and Mission in the Hotel Royan, a … More
