Poetry:

“Before wanting to be a poet I did many things: worked hateful low-paying jobs, lived in a lot of group houses, took up the flute, read, drank, took drugs, found my way in and out of friendships and love relationships. My life didn’t change once I discovered poetry. But I had found my direction. I didn’t have a great aptitude––my early poems were truly terrible––but I had a calling at last. I realized that poetry was my gift. My ‘genius.'” – Kim Addonizio

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Not purporting to be a genius by any means (far, far from it), but as a tried-and-true late bloomer in my mid-forties, I masqueraded as a wannabe fiction writer for way too long. Turns out, I was working with the wrong form.

As a child of immigrants with a literary legacy in Korea, it also took an excruciatingly long time to quiet my imposter syndrome. This was my grandfather, my uncle is a famous poet/scholar, and my father was a journalist before we immigrated to the United States in 1982. Now that I’m older and perhaps a little wiser, my inner critic can take a hike!

To echo poet Kim Addonizio: my life hasn’t changed all that much since poetry came into my life, but at least now I have a direction.

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