A poem I wrote for a high school English assignment which I’ve always been happy with. War When the boys come out to play, The bullies game, With their boyish intentions, And manlike fears, They run with forced step, And hastened prayers, To die. When the boys come back with loss, With false bravado, And […]
Read more "Remembrance Day"Ramon looks at my sundress, wrinkles his nose and asks me if I have something nicer to wear to salsa class. I look down at what I’m wearing and try to figure out what is so bad with it. Granted, it’s a sundress but I don’t think I look un-presentable. I tell Ramon that I […]
Read more "Salsa Dancing in Mexico City"It’s funny. Sometimes I still have vivid dreams about Seoul that are forgotten the instant I wake up, left only with a fleeting memory of the smells and sounds. Almost as if I were to breathe in deep enough I could be there. Instead, I’m left in my bed with only the frustrating memory of a […]
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