You remember having lived once or twiceas if you’re made of secondhand sweaters.When you try to think up someone dearin detail, your memory, as every morning, failsto dream. It’s hard to suffer in one sitting,you realize. — Suphil Lee Park, from “Aerial View of Maze,” The Greensboro Review (no. 112, Fall 2022)
I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you. — Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (Lulu.com; Illustrated edition, March 24, 2013)
Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,A heart that will one day beat you to death. — Suji Kwock Kim, from “Monologue For an Onion,” Notes from the Divided Country. (LSU Press; First Edition edition April 1, 2003)
The Vale of Soul-Making 