Chanlina waited until nighttime to take the files. She had worked late, staying behind after the others had left the office. This would not attract attention—she frequently worked into the evening, as Mr. Yi’s bad health meant she had to do more for him. (Also, working...
The Yalu River is cold.
I can imagine the rumbling
despite standing away
from a bush of rape flowers that shining
The head of it lies in those limpid valleys; the tail
of it goes to that vague ocean.
The wind of the Yalu River is cold,
the passengers o...
Author's Note: Megan's Spring was written as a reflection on the choices the elderly and the vulnerable may feel pressured into making. I wanted to show how a person who is so full of life, despite her advancing years, could feel as though all her choices are taken fro...