“Ode” To Garlic
Clove by clove
you grow,
a white flower blooming into a
SHOWER PUNCH (POW!) of Pazzah
in my mouth.
Korean-Canadian Poet
Growing up my parents told me I was Korean-Canadian. I resented that. Why couldn’t I just be Canadian like the other kids? I mean, like the white kids in my neighbourhood. They didn’t have to eat rice and kimchi, bow to their elders, or go to Korean school. They got to play Nintendo, eat spaghetti and talk back to their parents. They were so cool. I just wanted to be Canadian.
Love Clothes
Our love is like a dirty t-shirt. When you wash away the grime, you wash away the colour; Oh, and it fades in the sunlight.
Creativity is Survival
Creativity is survival. Creativity is human nature. We forget, I think, that we are all creators, every day, all the time. Any time you do, you create. And we are always doing.
Creation is a cycle. An external force inspires an internal force within us, which is then channeled into an external creation. Something we perceive from beyond our bodies through our senses becomes internalized into energy. Internal energy can be ideas and emotions.
What My Life Story Should Be
Why do we tell ourselves school is the most important thing in our lives? My marks need to be good, so I can graduate, so I can have a degree so I can get a job so I can buy a car and a house and buy things to fill it. Then I will have entered the real world and be taken seriously. Who cares if right now I miss all the beauty around me and I don’t make time to take care of myself?
The Community Bi-Cycle of Trust
My bike had a brief and heroic fight with a car. I was on it. I fell. I broke a bone, hit the pavement pretty hard, but other than that was safe and quite alive. I rode an ambulance to the emergency room, and while waiting there was rather inspired by the experience. The next bit is what I wrote down in my notebook while waiting in the hospital for care, and my friends to arrive.
