“It’s OK, I’m a Pig” by Kim Hye-Soon
Nailing the pig to the cross was so natural it was meaningless. In the meditation room, I glare at the wall while deciding to meditate and sit in the Lotus Position…
Nailing the pig to the cross was so natural it was meaningless. In the meditation room, I glare at the wall while deciding to meditate and sit in the Lotus Position…
Extending a finger, my uncle raises it to one eye. Squeezing both eyes as he headed to the reservoir, he held a drenched full moon in his water-filled stomach…
Dappled with tears was the path my love tread. 30,000 ri to the lands west of China, he played his flute as he left for where azalea rains fall. Ga Op-Shin, adjusting and readjusting…
For you, I was a bird. Unable to speak, only cry. A pitiful bird with no one to understand me. And each day, to make my wings ache I flew to all the places you traveled…
My night to you is midday,and your midday to me as night. Between us lie the breaking wavesof the vast…
Grant usa speech that neverneeds to spread vocal cords.Let us stand in the worldwith the eyes of a village windarriving unfamiliar…
Don’t open up to me about how lonely you are, how burdened you are, how much you want to go crazy, how sane you are, about the bugs in your heart
I received a letter which held yesterday.The path that had always trailed behind yousuddenly disappeared,and everything that wasn’t the path went with it.Scattered stoneswhich…