Listen to a reading of Song Seung Eon’s poems in both Korean and English and a conversation with the translator.
Sam Simas
Simple Instructions
Harold is hacking the onion with a bread knife, again. I pass him the santoku and say, “Use this.” He sighs. He sighs because I have promised to allow him to make his own mistakes. After all, I have no claim on the proper way of dicing an onion. I am no chef. To be honest, I have never pursued an interest far enough to define myself by it . . .