One of my poems that appeared over the weekend on Eunoia Review. The other can be found here: Chaff.
As always, thank you to Ian Chung for his support and hard work.
He wonders how
his life would have changed
if he had slept
with that woman
who excused herself
to use the restroom,
her eyes so full
with hope and anticipation,
but when she returned,
choked with disappointment
because he had shifted
ever so slightly
Daryl Muranaka lives in Boston with his family. In his spare time, he enjoys aikido and taijiquan and exploring his children’s dual heritages. His first book, Hanami, was released by Aldrich Press in April 2015.
A very good read.
Does anyone ever feel like you’re writing and you’re in a groove and you’re doing so awesome that you’re creating something like
but you’re really coming up with this?
I like this post. It does discuss some very important issues facing the Asian American community as well and the need for a greater, more nuanced representation of our diversity and a realistic presentation of our various challenges.
By the time the Power Rangers craze first swept through in the early ’90s, I was just starting college, paying $290 a month in rent for a studio apartment in the Whittier neighborhood of South Minneapolis with a bed that pulled down from a wall, going to see Hong Kong flicks like Swordsman II and The Bride with White Hair Fridays at midnight, organized by Asia Media Access. I was still into nerd shit, but honestly the Power Rangers seemed, to me, corny and commercial. I thought it was funny that the Black Ranger was Black, the Yellow was a Vietnamese woman, and the Pink Ranger was a white woman.
My love of all things nerd grew in Phillips: Minnesota’s largest, poorest, and most racially diverse neighborhood, not all that far from my college apartment. As refugees from war with not a lot of money to spare, I learned to…
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“Don’t expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want to.”
there is nothing like
my son’s kiss on the cheek
my daughter’s hug
and the morning
and the next day
I walked through my bedroom and from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw disaster. My heart palpitated. My vision flickered. A fallen tree? Had the woodshed collapsed? Something was suddenly, shockingly different out in the yard.
burst from the wetland