One Sentence Poems

Yuna Kang Blue We are entering the autumn- and as the world’s foliage curls up in Exhaustion, i wonder if you will too. Yuna Kang dreams of an endless library where the scent of green tea and roses lingers in the air.    

Yuna Kang Dresden, 1945 She thought they were stars, or ancient angels, hissing down to a rust-colored earth. Yuna Kang is a queer, Korean-American writer based in Northern California who has been featured in Rising Phoenix Press and the Sierra Journal.