In the frigid cold December whipping stiff winds, I scan the geography in the land of my ghosts Of diaspora longing for warmth and prayers That I don’t know how to recite and even their names. I called them Oma (mom) and Hulmoni (grandma) Throughout my life and even now. We look for a place … Continue reading Wings of Joy
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.
Dust
At 74, nearly three-quarters of a century old, I’m sitting in front of our charming little white wood stove. The flame dances, ignoring the outside temperature, 19 Erasing the winter in New England. My thoughts drift, riding the inner current In the doldrums, the counter-current, against the prevailing trade wind. Our sailboat rocked, and the … Continue reading Dust
Notice All Around Us
Be empty of wanton thoughts Of lifting the rusty anchor Buried in mud. Instead notice how the morning fog Lifts like eye lids, as the sun Peaks behind the hills. Notice how pine needles tremble As the jewels drop into The stream below. Notice how a chip monk freezes Standing on hind legs, And notice … Continue reading Notice All Around Us
Ring of Fire 