01 12 / 2012

i speak korean —
short, and broken in places, 
english only, please.  

01 12 / 2012

i know it’s winter,
the golden ginkgoes have turned
to a faded brown. 

06 10 / 2012

It is 2 AM in Korea. I am eating cheesy ramen.

06 9 / 2012

i write poetry 
on the back of wrinkled
worksheets.  

02 9 / 2012

typhoon bolaven
drowned twenty two fishermen
and then just left town.  

28 6 / 2012

seven months to go
already I am missing
the chipped pink, tea cup. 

27 6 / 2012

my green tea tumbler
holds a photo from christmas
just one year ago. 

20 6 / 2012

the old ajuma 
shakes her head until i say
“please, kimchi mandu”  

16 6 / 2012

the subway stations —
effusive reminders i’m
lost in translation. 

16 4 / 2012

i walk with the past
through an endless tunnel
more blossoms than sky.