Stories Of The Han

Awaken the dawn Awaken the day Thank Helios Thank Vishnu Thank Mother Earth Heal Me Feel Me Allow me to partake in your wonders Lay me to rest Temper my ill wills Relieve me Transcend me Evergreen Evergreen

A thought.

A thought.

A thought.

ANJALI —— Graphic Design by Monsterandom x RYK —— Poem & Music by RYK . She lives to live. She strives to strive. And that’s ok. She sits alone in her room, her dreams wide and open. She smiles and cries alone. She sees the glimmer, the glint between the high trees. Glory soon come. Freedom: Ring Ring Ring She lives to live. She strives to strive. And that’s ok.

ECHOES IN THE DARK by RYK

They sit, feet flat, bended knee, body crouched, hands busy Old women working on the pier Turquoise rubber gloves, pink silk head wraps, yellowed straw bill They laugh and gossip, hawking their wares for passersby Wind restless, sun bright as they come A lovely day, a lovely day The old women of Pusan Generations of wisdom Generations of laughter I look at them in awe as if they are a mirage a memory of another era I wonder about their families I wonder what inside jokes they tell I am in wonder with the colors before me The dark blues, the prime greens, the neon yellows The vibrancy of my motherland The vibrancy of country Pusan Pusan Pusan

He wailed through the walls His dreams dark and menacing His eyes closed, his body thrashing I turned on the light and nudged his hand He wouldn’t awake I gently prodded him, asking if he was ok He remained quiet His body silent I wondered if he was alone If he was frightened A scared boy A scarred child My Father

A vibe.

Crickets in the calm. A gust of wind gently making its way down the Bayou. I hear your echoes, your laughter, your southern purr. I hope you’re doing well. I hope you found what you were looking for. I’m still here but stronger. My lust for life never listless. Crickets in the calm. Down by the Bayou.

The recent incidents regarding hate crimes against Asian Americans must cease. Undoubtedly this is a primal reaction from false propaganda. As a first born American citizen and a son of a US Army veteran, I consider myself American. I have traveled and lived in Asia, in times to further grasp my identity yet I find myself most comfortable in the States. Asian Americans comprise 6% of the populace, of which we have virtual zero representation within media, entertainment, and sports. In essence, we are considered an invisible people. It doesn’t help our cause that our upbringing within an Asian household is seeped in Confucian ideology encouraging filial piety and group think. However, I propose to you that this new generation; namely mine, is part of a new canon of a different ilk. We are the hybrids. We are educated and further more, we are defiant. Our parents are of the age where they are feeble and tender. When I witness these careless and crass exhibitions of violence, it saddens and enrages me. Far too

A vibe.

A live recording session. --- Poems recited by Rickey Kim Saxophone play by Jordan Vanhemert Moderated by Jess Mori

A Feeling.

WEATHER MAN Winds coming from the North A storm is a brew Clouds gather in union Darkness ensues Day of Reckoning cometh Four Horsemen at the Tides Take Heed Cast Pride Open Nets Cast Wide Bring others with you Fight the Fine fight ‘cause ain’t no tellin’ When all we can do…is stay alive.

SYSTEM OF THINGS by RYK

What is a dream? What is a nightmare? Why are we divided? Why are we here? At present, the world is changing. Revealing who we really are. Lonesome figures in space. Lost at sea. Searching for the gods. Searching for an answer. It is darkest before the dawn. Yet the dawn isn’t coming soon enough. This is a dream. This is a nightmare. Holdfast and awake. ———————— Poem by RYK Music by @MRD

Will they remember us? Will they remember that we were good and decent? Will they remember we created things? Beautiful things? Will they read our books and sing our songs? Will they know we laughed, that we loved? Will they? Will they know we fought and killed? That at times we were helpless and hapless? Will they know we cried? Will they know we prayed? Will they know we gave a damn? That we sought peace but we just couldn’t figure it out. Will they? ———————— Poem by RYK Music by @blackboygenie

Into the Darkness Into the Hole Off the grid Off we go I am my hero I am my foe Fight or Flight One way to go Into the Darkness Into the Hole May God Save us all For God only knows.

Romance by @mrkimsays ———————— Title Art by Combrisi Music by @mrdmrdmrd The Shouts The Fights The Screams The Tears The Fears The Dreams In Love In Love Endeavor Here And Now Forever