They must be Orwellians Oinking their way to destroy The house of the unsuspected. Even the letter “M”, the thirteenth In the line-up of alphabet Yielding power on the fulcrum—left/right Is afraid to precede the “oink” For the word becomes pointless. Hollow words should be extinct, But not in this uncertain climate, They keep on … Continue reading …Oink Oink…
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.
Mother of Pearl
When my children knocked on my door Bearing the gift of unrehearsed motherhood In their soft skin, I let them in. Motherhood came without instructions But with a bayonet on one side And a sword on the other, She cleared away debris on the path Left behind the war Holding an umbrella over us In … Continue reading Mother of Pearl
Gift of Time
No running, sauntering, or shuffling feet On empty streets lined With dark storefronts, Chairs stacked away in eateries. Cherish the gift of time even in isolation, For nothing is lost as long as we remember The delight of a gift bridges us over turbulent waters. Be wise not to squander the gift And become the … Continue reading Gift of Time
Ring of Fire 