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 pigeons.
Medium
Ko-fi
Look, I already said I was sorry, but if it'll make you feel any better, I guess I'll say it again. I'm sorry for eating your porridge.
By Kera Hollow3 days ago in Humor
From our bedroom upstairs, my husband drops something heavy on the floor, forcing my attention away from the laptop screen.
By Kera Hollow3 days ago in Fiction
Whiplash Without warning, white swallows the orange flush, Fall to Winter. Hard leaves sog and drown under the stifling weight of melting snow,
By Kera Hollow6 days ago in Poets
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 Hollow7 days 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 Hollow12 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 Hollow14 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 Hollow16 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 Hollow21 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 Hollow26 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 Hollowabout a month 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 Hollowabout a month ago in Psyche
As the black needle gyrates in my tender skin art blossoms alive.
