“Today, I am sad./
The imagined opera singer/
usually so reliable, narrating in my head/
disrobes her largeness on stage.”
// from "My Quiet Opera"
Park is a cabaret player for the page. In the space of a little over five hundred words, she juxtaposes imagery of performance, immigration, car crash, racism, longing, mortality, and more. Her poems are agile, improvisational, and pleasingly untidy.
Having returned from a period abroad, she's now once more based in the Boston area, and as editors and readers we look forward to following her deepening involvement in the local literary and arts scenes... and to further opportunities for collaboration and support-through-publication.