the seoulstice
modern korean-american flavor
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Monday, October 14, 2024
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Gratitude: April 16, 2024
An Old Story
Friday, March 29, 2024
Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limon
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
Friday, March 22, 2024
Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats by Kaveh Akbar
Monday, March 18, 2024
Gratitude: March 18, 2024
Our Nature
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
Gratitude: February 21, 2021
It's All Right Someone you trusted has treated you bad. |
Someone has used you to vent their ill temper. |
Did you expect anything different? |
Your work--better than some others'--has languished, |
neglected. Or a job you tried was too hard, |
and you failed. Maybe weather or bad luck |
spoiled what you did. That grudge, held against you |
for years after you patched up, has flared, |
and you've lost a friend for a time. Things |
at home aren't so good; on the job your spirits |
have sunk. But just when the worst bears down |
you find a pretty bubble in your soup at noon, |
and outside at work a bird says, "Hi!" |
Slowly the sun creeps along the floor; |
it is coming your way. It touches your shoe. William Stafford * Mock Orange It is not the moon, I tell you. I hate them. and the cry that always escapes, In my mind tonight How can I rest? Louise Glück * “We always dream of attention, but we rarely want the reality of it” |