aemerie

At takeoff, I'm reading frank: sonnets by diane seuss, which, at halfway, I already know has become a mainstay of my personal canon.

We meet at a cafe, my favorite in Seoul, our laptops set up diagonally from each other, under the pretense of working together but taking breaks frequently to chat and share a plate of fries.

There is a pleasure that is hard to put into words in the experience of "falling in friendship" founded in Korean language.

With a very real looming possibility that I might be leaving Seoul for a while (at will, with excitement), I've already started feeling nostalgic for the city.

there is a drawing taped to my fridge I made this time last year with a blue river down the middle of the page, a backpack on one side and a stick figure with a heart too big for its body on the other since then, I flew out of 15 airports around the world…

(after Kate Baer) to arrive early and respond quickly to file outstanding taxes less applications more intuition running and writing to simply take in the world in a new language sunrises, lemony oysters, lines of poetry that make me go woooow kissing a r…

I’m 13 years old, scouring the depths of the internet looking for music none of my friends have heard before.

today is the winter solstice: I spent the day creating a spreadsheet listing every book I have ever read (a work in progress), filling a duffel bag with clothes to donate, reading a book cover to cover as light slowly drained from my room, and setting up…