“The Cats Will Know” poem by Lidia Chiarelli, image by Gianpiero Actis
postcard #5 – Cross-Cultural Communications Cat Poems Postcards – NY 2016
published on “Le Colline di Pavese”, literary review year 40, n. 152 – December 2016
Vision Test flyer-6.pdf 08-30-16
Cross-Cultural Communications, NY
VISION TEST by Kyung-Nyun Kim Richards
Cover art by Gianpiero Actis
Cover design by Li Yao
“Kyung-Nyun Richards‘ poetry is powered by her integrity, her honesty and her wisdom, all of which exemplify her strengths and her delicacy. One senses a real experience of her knowledge of life’s ‘dismays and rainbows,’ to quote Dylan Thomas.’’ —Peter Thabit Jones, Poet, dramatist, editor & publisher of The Seventh Quarry “If you’re the type of reader who wonders whether it is better to be reincarnated as a tree rather than as a bloom, then Vision Test by Kyung-Nyun Kim Richards is the book for you. . . . Like William Blake’s work, this book fuses the Western and Eastern sensitivities.’’ —Hal Sirowitz, Former Poet Laureate of Queens, New York “In her Vision Test, Kyung-Nyun Kim Richards has captured many aspects of life, as trivial as a report card or a vision test, as common as a tree or a clam.” —Hong Ai Bai, Co-Author, A Break in Passing Clouds: Improvisations of Chinese Poems Kyung-Nyun Kim Richards . . . unique sensibility brings forth the world of her ordinary experiences in deep and generous lyrical language. —Kwon Young-Min, Critic & Prof. of Korean Literature 128pp $15.00 paper/ISBN 978-0-89304-220-2 Publication date: April 30, 2016 Shipping: $5.00 U.S./$10.00 Foreign; add $.50/$5.00 each additional copy. NYS residents 8 5/8% sales tax.
Korean Bilingual Poetry Series #2
KOREAN EXPATRIATE LITERATURE
-Credit : Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 78
The Dark House of Hurt
CROSSES AND GRAVESTONES BREAK MY VIEW
Crosses and gravestones break my view.
To the left, I see you, bending
To arrange a jar of flowers;
The winter sky dulls your presence:
Charcoal figure, Van Gogh peasant.
Now kneeling, you recall a prayer.
My lack of Welsh locks out the sense;
But the grammar of sobs I know.
No priest, no poet, no actor
Could vinegar my wound like you.
You stand and gather up your things;
Then blackly walk the narrow path.
Your grief is deep – and so is mine;
Yet your strange prayer suggests that faith
Does visit your dark house of hurt.
I stare down at my child son’s grave;
I say no words to cross or stone,
As my clenched hands hold crumbs of dirt.
Published in VISITORS by Peter Thabit Jones, Seren Books (1986)
Anthology edited by Peter Thabit Jones (Wales, UK) and Stanley H. Barkan (NY): A Creative Writing Competition in Celebration of Dylan Thomas