할머니
할머니 By Grace Moon Meharg 할머니 no longer belongs just to me.Out of every man, woman, and childthe word slips from open mouthscasually, carelessly. Their teeth barely catching its edge. She was Halmoni and she was mine,growing into a god.Framed by a halo of storiessown by the lips of my mother. Grandmotherborn of her daughter, […]
Syllable
I asked my mother the Korean word for nectarine and she told me 천도복숭아, heavenly peach. And I recognized the angel there, though she wouldn’t have believed I knew her. I had heard her on the phone one room over, unripe and glorious like a child playacting stone fruit, head held between summer-bare knees acting […]
A Love Poem for Someone I Left, or
Photo by Zoya Hsiao 10 places I want to be with you— sitting on the same massage chair, legs compressed by legs no money to afford our own, but in the 러브호텔 we can pretend on the second floor of a ramen shop or Indian restaurant shrouded in incense or smoke from your cigarettes on […]