HOW DID YOU COME TO POETRY?

One of my favorite children’s books growing up was called “The Tiger Who Came to Tea” by Judith Kerr. It’s more of a short story, but the way it’s written, it’s poetry. The tiger did in fact come to tea, ate all the food in the house, then left. It was a tense situation written with seemingly little emotion, but I felt each word in that story heighten in me as the danger intensified. As I grew older, writing poetry kept me out of danger. It allowed me to reflect and keep myself grounded in times of hardship. It felt freeing to not follow a rigid sentence structure. Poetry was my escape and a way for me to express myself, allowing the tiger to leave the house without doing any harm.

HOW HAS YOUR RACIAL AND CULTURAL IDENTITY IMPACTED YOUR WRITING JOURNEY?

Being half-Korean, my family’s culture and past has influenced many works of poetry and creative writing. My halmuni (grandmother) has told me countless stories about her childhood and so I have written about her escape from North Korea during the Korean War. My other grandma is from Kansas City, Missouri. I have written about her growing up in a small, mostly white town during the Civil Rights Movement. I feel blessed to have such a wealth of different backgrounds and experiences help shape who I am and what’s important to me.

WHAT IS THE BEST PIECE OF WRITING ADVICE YOU’VE EVER RECEIVED?

The best piece of writing advice that I’ve ever received is from my dad who writes for a living, and that is to write what you want and not what others expect from you. If you feel a certain way, tender to it and follow through. It would be easy to write what people want to hear. It’s harder to write the honest truth.

(DON’T) FORGET IT

By Larkin Helman

“Stop Asian Hate”
It’s in my blood
Red kimchi with a spicy kick
Whenever you bite down hard

We aren’t a virus
Something to strike when frail
White knuckles cracking a kind face
While an eagle soars above
Yellow-bellied beast
Taekwondo will not win


Racists aren’t afraid of signs
Karate chop them into toothpicks
Satisfyingly sturdy
When will it finally snap?


Hate’s end will always be too late
Shots, Shouts, Screams of Separation
Faithful Halmuni’s* martyred
Their grandchildren struggle with chopsticks
Starving for kimbap* and bulgogi*
Leaving with an upset stomach

We endure
Tiger Moms and Lion Dads
Clawing us into a corner
Opening up a path to success, pride
Ridiculed for being ahead
“Jokes” of questionable intent
Hitting the bullseye
On the back of our necks

If we are all kung fu masters,
Why is it so hard to fight back?

*HALMUNI means grandmother, KIMBAP and BULGOGI are traditional Korean foods