My ukulele singsin gentle chords of night,strings humming low,whispering lullabiesto stars, unlike AI's, my thoughts flicker, unsteady as candlelight—warm and uncertain,wandering with each note, where brilliant diligence meetsmy flickering spark;each note floats unsaid words,drifting softly through the dark,finding places where they belong. in this quiet symphony,dreams weave between the lines,each strum a gentle promise,echoing the … Continue reading Chords of Night
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.
It’s Sunday
Grey sky, The wind forgot to dance, But the fall color sings.
Elementary School Graduation
circa 1960 Me on the last back row, second right.My teacher on the front row, the first on the rightcirca 1960.Inversely traveling, my teacher must have tackledextra paperwork for me to go to the middle school.I lived with my grandma who neither read nor wrote.She was kind and worked hard. I still hear my teacher'sdeep … Continue reading Elementary School Graduation
Ring of Fire 