My Dad loved boxing. On weekends he’d watch the televised matches on tv, before the reign of cable. Mom would cut up bite sized snacks of fruit or ice-cream. She’d arrange the snacks in an artful mandala pattern on a tray or bowl for me to serve to him, geisha style, while he cheered from…
Nemesis Friend
Minanphotos, pixabay.com We treated her like a servant because she was the eldest born female child, in traditional Korean households it meant you were held responsible. Since childhood she was our: maid, nanny, cook, and laundress. But the many hats my sister wore never included Princess, that was my orphaned, Resident-Invalid role. I was deemed special, as a doe-eyed baby with a streaming hole in…
The Resurrection of Words
Writing like gnawing at rope, writing online, on time, like it’s a contest, who won? No one, it’s a tie. What are we producing? Why? At what price? Paid or unpaid? What are we made for? Whom are we created for? by-try-why-what are the stakes, the risks, the options of doom or everlasting blooming. Deciphering…
Power to the People of Oakland
I love living in Oakland, California, the most racially diverse city in the nation. This is where political activists from the 60s, the Black Panthers rose up in social revolution, Oakland is their birthplace. I remember them not as the violent revolutionaries that they are portrayed as, I acknowledge the social work that they implemented,…
For my Grandma, my Halmoni
Lost puppy, baby ostrich, fancy pants guppie 3 years old again big eyes, piglet curly q tails combed shiny by Grandma, my Halmoni. Who raised me in Korea by herself, after already raising 5 daughters alone after widowhood. I’m running like the Flash in my red bright sandals a tiny female Hermès launched into the…
Forgiving Millennials and the Demise of Civilization
I can understand that differences of perception exist. Perceptions are shaped by experiences, experiences create reality. What we collectively think tends to define the end label. Now labels are called Brands, with a highlighted italic bold font, trendy bendy annoying boring. Millennials forgive me while I speak of fargone things, I don’t hate you that’s…
SF Oakland Gentrification Rant
I live in the SF Bay Area and I proclaim the public sidewalk is for: pedestrians, wheelchair users, pets on leashes and babies in strollers, that’s it. No eclectic scooters, bicycles, skateboards, roller skates, or mobs of joggers are allowed. They’re on the pedestrian sidewalk probably because they’re afraid of death by commute, but they…
Gray Pride
Modern society stresses the importance of youthful beauty in film, music and media. Sex symbols are airbrushed smooth in photographs; their skin appears flawless, wrinkle-free and polished. The Media creates a vacuum of emptiness so they can fulfill the illusion of overcoming it, in the same way that Pharmaceutical companies create cures for diseases that…
Art is What You Signify
Angry, apathetic, wounded by seriousness, self ego importance this is my commerce, look at how miserable I am. Watch me cut this blade, this is the way to kill wild innocence. Orphan geisha nanny maid I do this for Art and because I’m nothing named a dissident traitor to the old cause, raging like Robespierre,…
Being
Image from pixabay.com No past or future Every real thing is a dream All we have is now.
