Something You Said

&quotBlurred Cohesion&quot, Eunice Yu, Beijing, China. I looked out the window and asked the tour guide why the trees were painted white. He explained that the paint reflects light and it helps people drive safely at night.By Grace S. Ahn, Junior Researcher ’17-’18 Something You Said In memory of Mijung Moon 문미정 “Remind me again, Sora. What do I call these?” she asked in her perfect Korean. Her gentle, fragile hands suddenly tickled the bottoms of my bare feet, giggling as I roared in defiance begging her… Show me more…

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… Show me more…

Kenny

&quotLanterns&quot, Melissa Kukowski, JinjuBy 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… Show me more…

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… Show me more…

Night Runs

By Paavani Reddy, ETA ’17-’18 “I’m back!” I call out into the hallway, waiting a second for a response. The lights are all off in my homestay family’s apartment. “Hello?” I ask again more tepidly. I peek into the kitchen and then back again at the shoe rack to see… Show me more…

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