I love gift-giving, especially handmade gifts made from material that my mother has saved. It allows me to be creative, but with some sort of direction.
Gift-Giving
Reflective
your little world, here
A poem about the process of creating a community & finding a place to belong after fleeing a familiar land.
Tricolor in Monochrome: How to Bury a Body
This piece is a reflection on estrangement from one’s culture while being a person of mixed race.
Windy City Winters
A brisk night in the city of Chicago and the small moments that reflect the city.
I am
A poem written about the author, who hates writing about themselves.
Some Sundays
Growth and transitions inspired this piece. On this journey, I learned it takes healing my old wounds to embrace my greatest potential fully. There’s progress in making it to even take one more step!
her body is a cage
This piece combines coming-of-age with American politics around reproductive rights.
Rebirth
While I haven’t been able to forgive the person nor fully move on, this poem acts as a goal of mine: feeling prideful and unashamed about what happened.
Faces
A virtual gallery of poetic prose and art pieces exploring the nature of faces.
Her House Becomes Relic
I think it’s the pattern of my family to think no one understands me because my reaction to grief is to wish I could be in a white sterile room, to wish I had a great wind surrounding me that could push everything else away.
My Grandmother
My piece is named after and dedicated to my grandmother. I am forever grateful to her, and to our Korean heritage and culture.
Navigating Life Amid A Pandemic
I will be interviewing three people to ask them about how the COVID-19 pandemic has affected their lives. I will be interviewing people from different ages and positions.
My Personal Statement
I used this personal statement to apply to college this year. I talk about my journey with finding where I belong as a creative.
The Book I Read
Pink Sunglasses
Self-Love..it’s complicated isn’t it?