
I should have softer grief by now but I don’t
will trauma kiss my hand & will i outlive my abusers tomorrow
With stops in Kashmir, Libya, and the United States
The little lamb doesn’t know how to contain his beating heart anymore.
Sometimes I wonder if belonging is to be approached gently, as if an abandoned thing.
August rubbing together
its wings as I fell asleep
A bird crosses the sky the way a sad feeling
walks through this poem.
If fish stocks continue to decline, people all over will be disconnected from their ancestors, their history, the founding mythology of their people.
What the mysterious images of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s seminal work might tell us about her life.
This is what I learned
the hard way to call precious.
August rubbing together
its wings as I fell asleep
will trauma kiss my hand & will i outlive my abusers tomorrow
A bird crosses the sky the way a sad feeling
walks through this poem.
With stops in Kashmir, Libya, and the United States
The little lamb doesn’t know how to contain his beating heart anymore.
If fish stocks continue to decline, people all over will be disconnected from their ancestors, their history, the founding mythology of their people.
Sometimes I wonder if belonging is to be approached gently, as if an abandoned thing.
What the mysterious images of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s seminal work might tell us about her life.
This is what I learned
the hard way to call precious.