Engine/ Empire by Cathy Park Hong

I have recently rekindled my relationship with the Free Library of Philadelphia branch on Vine Street, a place I frequented as a young reader. Walking up the granite steps and pushing open the doors of this giant and grandiose building reignites deep and fond memories, of Saturdays spent browsing adventure books peopled by young femaleContinue reading “Engine/ Empire by Cathy Park Hong”

“Language is a skin”

“Language is a skin.” – Roland Barthes I think about this and contemplate the folds and pores of my writing. I wonder if it ages through repetition and predictable motifs throughout the years, if the words need scrubbing or stretching. I imagine the skin of sentences skimming the surface of a lake, pressing palm toContinue reading ““Language is a skin””