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If I Were To Own a Gun

Ginkgo leaves seem adequate; they nibble at your toes in the autumn, next to those stinky pellets I used to …

The Seer

He knew it was snowing before he looked out the window. It was a peculiar talent of his— not unlike …

Looking Back on NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month—also known as NaNoWriMo—is when aspiring authors, vexed procrastinators, and precocious middle schoolers around the world challenge …

Backbone

And just like that, it’s gone. Eleven months of 2018. Just about nearing my eighteenth year of being on this …

Novel Excerpt— Movies

This is an excerpt from the novel I am currently working on— titled Shingiru, which is mirage in Korean. In this short passage, a young woman reflects on the contrast between movies and real life.

Novel Excerpt— Mirae’s Wish

This is an excerpt from the novel I am currently working on— titled Shingiru, which is mirage in Korean. A young woman ruminates about wanting disaster.

Wick(ed)

It seemed a more definite way out. The clarity of disaster is more satisfying Than rambling goodness, and all that …

Inktober— 21 Short Poems

The following is a series of 21 short poems that I wrote for Inktober, writing according to the daily prompt …

Skin Dance

Behind the left ear Swallowed in the hollow of your foot Now hiding on the inside of your wrist, your …

The Gift-Giver

There is a notebook that is my World and also just a notebook.   The page Collapses when I turn …

Let Fall

I have fallen in love with softness (have I done the right thing?) With the pull of the evening’s low …

Nothing Has Ever Happened

She drives her Prius backwards. That way, she can live in the wrong half of her timeline Forever, In the …

Youth Anthem

This is an ode to everyone neither here nor there. This is an ode to indecisiveness, To every high schooler …

Exactly What I Want

What I want is this: to wake up one day and be alone. I want people to exist within walking …

A Hereditary Vacancy

Millie never quite understood what Mom was always doing in front of the mirror. Perhaps she was playing with her …

Yellow Girl Hymnal

I. Come, Lord, let us welcome you home, Let us be shy when you take off your shoes, Let us …

Road Trip

There’s nothing like sitting backwards in the rear of a pickup truck, watching the road shoot out in front of …

Phone Call

Mae closed her laptop with an expressionless shove and dragged her feet to her bed. She stared down at the …