Thoughts on the never-ending
I die every day in someone’s dream. I am the fear of ice, melting in Warm water. A story that moves Intricately like fish eggs. I cannot name each and every one of The things I love. Changing faces time …
I die every day in someone’s dream. I am the fear of ice, melting in Warm water. A story that moves Intricately like fish eggs. I cannot name each and every one of The things I love. Changing faces time …
time passes through us as innocent as water splashing the bowl is a vessel for our truth I’m sure of it empty the warmth from one body and all the world is wet barren days, bare lands then the waterflower …
Who is this? This beautiful man Who started it all Who did this? This beautiful doom You hold inside Blistering, blisters boil My toes and lips You howl my name Wipe the North Pole off the map You are the …
I am sorry About the way I loved Whether you wanted it or not, morning till night I traced a line from your window to my living room window I undressed you and dressed you. I was in love. I …
I put on the gloves. My hands shrunk absurdly. When I put them on my knees they look so strange. * What I actually envied was not you but your soft fingers. With your fingers to hold my hand to …
my heart is tender so my shell is strong my shell is tender so my heart is strong if not lonely, people will not set forth on a road if not lonely, a snail will not set forth on a …
All the Garbage of the World Unite Written by Kim Hyesoon. Translated, from the Korean, by Don Mee Choi. “Therefore as woman, as poet, I dance and rescue the things that have fallen into the coil of magnificent silence; I …
a ferryboat floats in the center of the frozen South Han River before the season’s first frost had iced it had wanted to go someplace far and had decided on its own upon the faraway ocean but instead it simply …