I used to stay up all night writing odes to my loneliness. Said I was a night owl, but more truthfully, a martyr, using the swelling under my eyes as punching bags, left-hooking into my brain that I was a busted puzzle piece incapable of landing somewhere that made the picture on the box. Now… Read More Clairvoyance

Love After Love

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the… Read More Love After Love

Bamboo Wife

If one bright day you find yourself moving through the rooms of the Jeju folklore museum, you might pause at the domestic exhibits, wonder at the strange, closed basket as wide as a drum and as long as a yardstick. They call it “bamboo wife,” and carefully printed signs tell you that in warmer months,… Read More Bamboo Wife