I Come From There

I have lived over there— Walking to the muddy confluence to dig clams From my windowless box house with neighbors on three sides Along the little winding dirt road that wove the neighborhood Like vein. The children roamed the river across the street, climbing the rusty tank, Finding spent bullet cartridges from the recent Korean … Continue reading I Come From There

New Year Ritual

We rise out of bed to begin the day like a machine After the night’s rest to meet the demands on hand-biological and cultural Fulfilling the ever-present emotional needs That move the needle of the scale. Many things can be weighed, while many can’t. We are the cultural machine that weaves fiber into a fabric— … Continue reading New Year Ritual

Wings of Joy

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