Images of his son and grandson passed through Yu Kang-Ho’s mind. “Who?” he asked. “Victor Yamamoto killed Jason.  Byung took care…

We are nervous for always meeting nowwith not much more soothing music, we tryto fill the awkward moment that comeswith…

With the war ending and the threat of a nuclear holocaust dancing in their heads as the Cold War came…

I was in 4th-grade, old enough to know what death was, but not enough to know what it meant, I…

Today’s plain fact, blinded and bewilderedby time, becomes tomorrow’s stumbling fiction,fraying, blurring, sharp edges wearing, center sucked, stands empty, cannot…

Craig and Andrea Carroll were embarked upon their dream honeymoon. On route from O’Hare to LAX, they’d joined the Mile…

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I have to stop talking right now.” I can’t concentrate on what you’re saying,need to put…

Yu Kang-ho decided very young that there were no advantages to being poor.  Growing up in the slums of Pusan, he…

In her the itch of Spring,the last harvest long behind her, before herstanding here he shivers, the last youngchill of…

When, after a pleasant picnic lunch at Lanikai, Sergeant Victor Yamamoto’s wife Chieko told him she was pregnant, he nearly…

I go to your funeral and see who’s still alive.You go to your funeral because. You’re trapped, ironically, because I’m…

That last time, forty years ago this year,clock tock, I hear the soft sharp music stillbeat, grooved in my memory,…

Old man Apana stepped out onto the porch.  Turning back, he said, “David, you have to promise me you will do…

it’s a wonder a poem can be heard at all,its very nature working against it making much sound,each word separated…

David Chan tiptoed to the front door and peered out the peephole.  Not wanting to turn on the porch light and…

As I suck wind, my heart poundinglike the clattering of bones on this cold stone floor,weak in the knees, my…

Lieutenant David Chan sat at his dining room table. The sun was going down.  Since his daughter’s death, he’d been drinking…

In his previous life, my father ran a long-linefishing business, here in Honolulu,his crew all Korean Nationals he’d sponsoredto come…

sleep wake sleep wakejet-lag rocks medark light dark lightsearching dreams scattered under silver moon and golden sunwater washed over too,…

This morning at my hotel on Jeju Island, Ireceived a wake-up call, even though I didn’t request one. It is…