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Six Poems from Because in Unni’s World No One Withers By Kim Hee JoonTranslated by Archarna Madhavan and Jae Hyung Woo Dear Unni The yuchae flowers looked ready to bloom The April breeze was aquamarine Had you been using your fingers to write letters in the dirt You said you were drawing the bones of
Five Poems from I’m Only Alive When I’m Anxious By Ahn Joo CheolTranslated by Beth Hong A Child Holding a Child I’ve eaten at Paengmok Port I’ve eaten at Mokpo New Port Did I eat with a living person or with a dead person? Did I eat with a child? Or did their parents eat?
When the Paleolithic Diet is Back in Fashion By Song Ji HyunTranslated by Bryan Stubbles We saw the accident by chance. All coincidences happen that way, but it was a little unusual for us to suddenly want to drink beer at three in the morning. First of all, neither Bong-gyu nor I enjoyed alcohol; that
Two weeks after my second dose of vaccine, my then ten-month-old baby and I retreated to Incheon, my hometown in South Korea, reluctantly leaving my husband in London.
Five Poems from Nothing Will Change Although I Cry By Park Joon Translated by Beth Hong Some Words Don’t Die When I have a conversation with someone, I have a habit of trying hard to remember at least one sentence. “Bring some hot water” is the last thing I remember my maternal grandfather telling me.
At the Beginning of the Blizzard By Jang Hee WonTranslated by In Young Jung In that winter, Yeo Jung’s father invited us to visit. He had recently moved to a place in nature with fresh air and water. “I miss you,” he said suddenly, after asking this and that on the phone. Was that so?
Blind Spot By Im Sol-ATranslated by Ji Won Park The white sneakers came into view. The left shoe was worn down around the outer edges but the right shoe was clean. She speculated that the owner must have back issues, maybe scoliosis. A piece of gum was stuck to the one sole – the owner