Young women glide in hanbok, with hand drums and dance. This is their country, and they sway, decorated in flowers. I remember horror and indignation from embassy staff, but i see it still, undeterred: In their endurance, in their 5000 years of absorbing invasion, immigration, subjugation and some alchemical fermentations fed by the earth i…
Tag: Olympic Poetry
Flame-bearing
Olympic Flame PyeongChang Kim Yuna glides high above the gathered throngs waiting, her thoughts her own carving sprays of ice, in arcs that fall and glimmer, like a thousand prayers from mouth to sky, can you hear me? families divided by a line between world powers, carved across their homeland’s face might read anything or…
Peering Out for Shadows
The 2018 Winter Olympics are a week from opening Pyeongchang, South Korea. In North America, it’s Groundhog Day. Here, we laugh at silly ritual by which we say, a rodent tells the weather ahead, either long weeks more of snow, cold, dark, or softly spring come early, budding. Meanwhile, in a mountain town gathered…
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