No poetry in the Inauguration— Words meant to dance with hope and healing Fall short of lifting souls from the noise of hate, Drowned in the dissonance of yesterday’s wounds. What do we mean when we say good morning? We are more than electric sockets, Receiving and disbursing the electrons, We have dreams, Songs to … Continue reading Good Morning
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.
The Compass Swings
The compass needle swings, restless, Searching for the true north,Between bias, a cage of certainties,And beauty, a freedom uncontained. What truth lies in the arc?The pull of roots, the lure of wings,Or the quiet hum of the in-between, Comforted. numb to reality’s weight? The mirror hangs at the extremities, Leaving the bloated middle A void, … Continue reading The Compass Swings
Words and Songs
I format the page when I think I have something to say— Worthy of the screen That wouldn’t mock. dismiss, Or turn me away. I juggle with a basket under my arm, Collecting words or songs— Joy, lament, silly and comical, Mine or others, Whatever life is made of. Pages spill over, margins claimed, Many … Continue reading Words and Songs
Ring of Fire 