Sharpened scissors trim frayed corners, Fitting into yesteryears, Pasting moments— Shades of Korean, German, English. Memory words bloom, No lightning strikes silent “e”s. Scissors can’t cut language stone Reforming like ebb and tide. I keep pasting— Fractions to whole to pieces. Blue keeps bleeding. Do not peel the corners Where winters sleep. Even scissors rest. … Continue reading Scissors
Author: yennayi
I was born and raised in the South Korea and now I live in Massachusetts for the past 15 years after having lived in many different parts of the world. I work as a psychotherapist in my private practice. I just finished writing my memoir, "Ring of Fire" and waiting to be published.
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They line up, Patiently waiting, inching For their turn To jump off the iceberg Into the churning water.
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Ring of Fire 