Han
By Sarah Muscutt, ETA ’16-’17 Han I want to write a poem about Seoul. I’ve waited with bated breath, lungs immobile, the chill of awe thaws, and tiny hair soldiers stand attention a jolting involuntary thrill and the train emerges, sliding from dark tunnel. We’re always crossing the Han too fast to take it in. […]
Kenny
By Zach Winters, ETA ’17-’18 “Kenny,” Sonnet II How ‘funny’ that I come here now that you Are gone—or is it ‘fun’? I can’t be sure, But every time I think about the few Short years we had I end up wanting more— How ‘fitting’ that I come where you’d have found Your half—or were […]
A Little Learning
The first time I noticed the hagwon in the town of Dochang was in September, shortly after I’d moved and started teaching at the local high school. It was on the second floor of a nondescript two-story with a miyongsil and a secondhand shop, both a bit down at the edges, on the street level. […]