I. I started collecting them like Legos. I traced the sharp edges and pressed the tiny connector circles into the meat of my thumb until they made red impressions. My first words were “I want juice.” I stared at a cup of quickly warming milk, stacked the green block on top of the blue […]
Translating “Hilm” after Cathy Park Hong Please fill all appropriate blanks with “hilm.” She stood at the platform and waited for the __________ to make her interview on time. Her mother’s __________ was not tall enough to reach the shelf near the cabinet. As she walked past, the man shouted __________ at her but […]
What does genre mean to you and how does it build/unbuild your work? One of the things I love most about poetry is the way it allows one to be free-flowing from the creator’s mouth to the listeners’ ears. One poem can mean many different things to many different people. When I think about […]