Memoir Poem: Survivor’s Guilt by Association

Because I thought I didn’t suffer enough I wore guilt as a shield Can’t shoot me down if I already … More

Poem: the transcendent thread

1) My hero worship is dead like Caesar at the ides of March, et tu, Brother Brutus? the Percival armor … More

5 Brave kids rescued their mom from their abusive father

https://youtu.be/fgkQndArUXE These kids are amazing! I cried when I watched this video. It brought back memories of my childhood. My … More

Protected: Memoir: my true love Spencer Stories: #3 Dichotomies

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Work Stories: Goodbyes: Part Four (final part)

On the day we argued she must have been in great physical pain because she yelled at me for unknown … More

Work Stories: Goodbyes: Part Two

My mother never got over the way I left my childhood home in Maryland. I escaped, literally. I told her … More

Memoir Poem : To my true nemesis friend, my Sister, who carried the weight between love and hate

My sister was my bully once upon a long time ago She hated me for existing and for being pampered … More

Poem: Liar (haiku)

Anyone who lies About physical abuse Deserves to be jailed.

Amber Heard and Johnny Depp

I know I criticize celebrities and give much hate to Hollywood, but I’m also guilty of being distracted by their … More

Protected: Memoir Poem: The last time I saw him

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Protected: Memoir Poem: Sister

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Protected: Memoir Poem: abuse cycle rinse don’t repeat

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Protected: Memoir: The time that Dad crashed

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Protected: Memoir: The Line Up

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Protected: Memoir Poem: Poetic Justice

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Protected: Memoir : My Dad, Muhammad Ali and Boxers

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Memoir : Nemesis Friend

We treated her like a servant because she was the eldest born female child, in traditional Korean households it meant … More

Protected: Memoir : Big White Van (part two)

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Memoir Poem : Barefoot in the Snow (haiku)

I was six years old, when we tried to run away, barefoot in the snow.

Protected: Half-lives and Help-mates (a reflection on “A Handmaid’s Tale”)

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Memoir Poem : Brother

To my brother the star Who guided me back To a home we never had To a safety we always … More

Memoir Poem : Haiku for my brother on his birthday 3.14

I love you, Brother. I survived because of you, The story unfolds…

Poem : Trauma Electric

Trauma is electrifying, it’s an electrocution, it shocks and jolts your brain, memories are soldered into the main frame of … More

Poem : Beauty

Beauty was our primary worth, our female obligation. Being beautiful was a protection, like an amulet of good. Then your … More

Memoir Poem : Born to Rescue Them

We children, aged 6,12,14, counterbalanced and comforted her, against our father’s constant criticism and sudden rages. But we were still … More