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  • Fiction | Still Life With Nude
    Blossoms pirouetted on the surface and were carried away with the current, or became trapped on thin reed stalks. Here Hyeon-mi could be alone, but not always alone. They too had sat like this once, watching the water. The creek was swollen with rain that day, it flowed noisily. His whispered breath had felt warm against her ear.

  • Fiction |
  • The Song of the Dragonflies
    Dragonflies on stained-glass wings skim over a lake. Their reflections flash like finely cut jewels on the surface of the water. Ancient creatures, unchanged for countless millennia, the sound of their flight vibrates in the air as a song.

  • Journalesque | The Foreign Teacher and Her Students
    I scramble to get everything together, and I never fully prepare for an unknown day. Working with kids can lead to unheard of incidents and usher the very individual into unpredictable events.

  • Journalesque | Everyday
    I learn something new everyday. I find something new everyday. And I feel something new everyday.

  • Poetry | Random Nights

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