I'm a freelance ESL tutor and writer living South Korea. I've had a few poems and short stories published in various anthologies including Becoming Real by Pact Press.
I'm a lover of cats, books, Hozier, and bugs.
Medium
Ko-fi
To wake, with sweat and thick shame pressed to your back, is a diabolical beginning to each passing month. We slip from bed, clenching abdomen and bedding, and tiptoe to the bathroom, wary not to wake the man beside us.
By Kera Hollowabout 16 hours ago in Poets
White house, white walls, white hands, white family, white in a glass, nothingness and a sour stench. A hand on her hip, a scowl, a stare, how dare I let her money slip away, how dare I be so wasteful.
By Kera Hollow6 days ago in Poets
I have two chances to pet a tiger, my left arm and my right, without a quiver of hesitation, I’ll believe the animal can sense my animal, a thumping beat of a heart, full of compassion, patience, and blood.
By Kera Hollow7 days ago in Poets
I wanted to be an artist, when I was young and yearning for a romantic sort of life, I dreamed of an easel in the corner
By Kera Hollow10 days ago in Poets
It can’t be easy being a good parent. It requires patience, time management skills, emotional and physical endurance, and the capacity to love someone more than yourself.
By Kera Hollow15 days ago in Families
After a turbulent childhood of neglect and dysfunction, I entered my teens desperate to connect with my peers and find a way to numb painful memories.
By Kera Hollow20 days ago in Psyche
I went pants shopping today, I went to a new store, one with a flashy SALE sign on its windows I went straight to the wall,
By Kera Hollow24 days ago in Poets
If we are not in tune with our bodies, if trauma or dissociation distorts our natural rhythms, we are unable to feel a sense of agency over our lives.
By Kera Hollow29 days ago in Psyche
As the black needle gyrates in my tender skin art blossoms alive.
By Kera Hollow30 days ago in Poets
The hole in my ceiling isn't quite ready. It isn't deep enough nor wide enough for me to slip into my upstairs neighbor's apartment.
By Kera Hollowabout a month ago in Fiction
Your latte ready and cooling on the black tray makes my brown ice melt.
By Kera Hollowabout a month ago in Poets
I can't recall what it feels like to be a child, touching the coarseness of dry grass for the first time, and smiling without adult worries-
