Poems 2022
buchingae and rain
Near the horizon
rain hits ground
in bed it sounds like battered vegetables
frying in a skillet .
Last summer when my mom told me
on a rainy day
that the rain instills in her a craving of buchimgae
I asked why?
"the sound. it sounds like buchimgae frying in a pan."
I listened and for the...
rain hits ground
in bed it sounds like battered vegetables
frying in a skillet .
Last summer when my mom told me
on a rainy day
that the rain instills in her a craving of buchimgae
I asked why?
"the sound. it sounds like buchimgae frying in a pan."
I listened and for the...