I spent the day reading a diary I had written in when I was a young a girl. It was a strange experience reading moments from my past, while simultaneously recalling the described events in my head. Quite a few of the entries recounted my most poignant childhood memories, and I wonder if the act of …

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A thousand Wednesday protests pass in Junghak-dong, But still they call you liars. Your aged backs bend beneath their hate. Why is it easier to believe that you are whores, Than to believe soldiers become beasts? Who are these deniers of history? Look at every nation, I say to them, Show me an army that does not rape. …

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Blue sky, green pastures A slice of yellow light Cuts through the cold winds Warms my goose flesh skin Until the light fades away Alone in quiet shadow Except for Poe’s lonely raven High in a black clawed tree Neck stretched toward me As I pass beneath One eye cocked downward Watching, watching Waiting for …

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I carry my voice in a brown paper bag, the top rolled down three crumpled turns to seal it in real tight but not tight enough that I can’t get it out when I need it. I carry my brown paper bag in my right hand, my arm barely swinging at my side through these …

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