Arlene BaeThe Days of HeartacheOn day one of heartache I wrap my swollen eyes with a t-shirt you left behind, waiting for the smell of you to fade into the smell of me…Mar 21, 2018Mar 21, 2018
Arlene BaeGetting From One Place To AnotherI stumble gracelessly into the minibus, joining the row closest to the door. After me ambles in a wrinkled though highly regal woman, under…Mar 21, 2018Mar 21, 2018
Arlene BaeSeasicknessI am on a 49 ft. sailboat hurtling through 3m waves about 100 nautical miles outside of Cartagena. The name is the Amande. I am told that…Mar 21, 2018Mar 21, 2018
Arlene BaeA Love Letter to PhiladelphiaWhat is it that makes me love you, Philly…Mar 21, 2018Mar 21, 2018