Thoughts for the void.
This is not a comedy
GALE–Eighty-eight year old woman. Wears modest clothing. ELEANOR–Seventy-nine year old woman. Keeps her white hair in long braids. Wears floral dresses. Time: January: 1973. Place: Small cabin with simple kitchen…
For The edgy ones
Strange how beautiful every swoop and shape of your nose Until you turn it up and away from me Strange how we adore the curves in the road Falling like…
The World between us
The houses of Hollywood towered over us, gigantic houses that insist on being the blandest of colors. Their inhabitants were likely wealthy, willing to pay millions to be minutes away…
The duck and the artist
“I don’t know why you make such big deal about it!” “Dad, it’s the first time a major curator has shown any interest in my work! This could be-” “Interest…
Learning How To Live Again
“The snow falls and dances without a need to be noticed. although it glimmers at a greeting. a smile. voices speak while the snow dampens and clears the air for…
Practice of Observation
I try to observe myself. It doesn’t feel like it “works” most of the time. For I still mark failures. No longer on my skin like chicken scratches on a…
Heritage: Exercise #1 + Unpublished Bit
This feels like I’m taking advantage of my mixed heritage. My biracial identity. I know feeling like an imposter is common for us. And so, in my insecurities, I find…
Rem-Iseul Kim 