Being Half Asian in Korea

Half-Asians have a spider sense for other half-Asians. It's hard to describe what, exactly, makes someone "look" half-Asian. I've met halfies with pale skin and dark skin, straight black hair and curly light-brown hair and everything in between. Yet, somehow, we can always find each other in a crowd. That's why, when a skinny girl... Continue Reading →

New Story: Aurora’s End

Today is a happy day because my short story, "Aurora's End," has been published in the Spring 2017 issue of The Puritan. Confetti cannons! Balloons! Trumpets! etc. First and foremost, I owe a great deal of thanks to my fiction professor and wonderful advisor, Jim Grimsley, as well as my peers who helped me workshop... Continue Reading →

I graduated hooray

A wild Kylie crawls out from a cave, even paler than before (which is really a feat, since she was already a bed sheet, so just imagine that her skin is literally translucent), hair untamed (not that hard to imagine), clothes tattered and squinting in the blinding sun, holding something triumphantly above her head, baby-Simba-the-opening-scene-of-the-Lion-King style.... Continue Reading →

A Book Review and a Republication

A quick writing update from underneath a mountain of poetry books: I read a book and Cleaver published my thoughts about it, mostly because I intern there and they told me to have thoughts about it, but also because it was a good book. My review of A Man Lies Dreaming by Lavie Tidhar (But in all... Continue Reading →

The End

I hadn't checked the countdown on my phone in weeks. I didn't need to anymore, because I knew the little gray boxes labeled "WEEKS," "DAYS," "HOURS," "MINUTES," and "SECONDS" all had tiny white zeros. I'd started the countdown almost as soon as I'd come to Spain, back when I sat in bed and stared at pictures... Continue Reading →

Being American Abroad

"We're in Portugal," I said. "We can't get burgers." That didn't stop me from staring lustfully at the burger stand in the Lisbon food court. From twenty feet away, I could still smell all the salt, grease, and diabetes. I looked over at Bethany and Amanda, who wouldn't look at me because they were hypnotized by... Continue Reading →

When to Play the “Foreigner Card”

Foreigners in Salamanca are called guiris. I don't know if guiris give off a particular smell, but everyone seems to know that we're not Spanish. My host mother once described my complexion by holding up a porcelain plate, and combined with my Asian-ish eyes, I'm not surprised that people don't mistake me for a local. But... Continue Reading →

The Best Day

The best day started at 5:00AM. I had to catch a 7:00AM bus to Galicia, so I crammed my clothes into a duffel bag, grabbed the "snack" (two sandwiches, a banana, a chocolate bar, and two juice boxes) that my host mother had insisted I needed to eat before lunch, and headed out. At 6:30AM, the... Continue Reading →

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