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Kim Myeong-sun was the first woman writer in modern Korean literary history. There are not many photographs that remain of her: short hair, a faint smile on firmly closed lips, and eyes that must have carried a daring gaze, if only we could see them in colour.
It was October 2025 when Yun Ko-eun and I met at Fairshot Café in Covent Garden. She greeted me with a polite but warm bow as if I was her long-time friend she hadn’t seen in a while.
Three Poems by Beth Eunhee Hong: bruises, new speech, quiet sunshine.
The three poems that follow—bruises, saemal, and quiet sunshine—are written as a conversation with what resists easy language. They move through questions of identity, memory, and the quieter afterlives of trauma: how harm imprints itself in the body and how to translate the seemingly untranslatable.
Living as a minor is not easy. But if you take a frank approach to it, if not with a bold affirmation for your life- your condition turns into a singular story and suddenly builds a great sense of connectedness with others out there.
Copyright Notice: Copying or reproducing the images without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. I’m Deaf By Lyla Translated by Seth Warnick ***I didn’t understand what music was until Freddie Mercury showed me. Growing up, I saw how others interacted with it, but once I watched a video of Freddie Mercury performing “Bohemian Rhapsody”
Copyright Notice: Copying or reproducing the images without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. I’m Deaf By Lyla Translated by Seth Warnick ***I didn’t understand what music was until Freddie Mercury showed me. Growing up, I saw how others interacted with it, but once I watched a video of Freddie Mercury performing “Bohemian Rhapsody”