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Elane Kim is a Korean American writer whose work has been recognized by the National YoungArts Foundation, the Hippocrates Initiative for Poetry and Medicine, and The New York Times, among others. The editor-in-chief of Gaia Lit, she is a 2023 U.S. Presidential Scholar, a 2022 Davidson Fellow in Literature, the winner of the 2021 Columbia Journal Winter Poetry Contest, and the winner of the 2023 Narrative Magazine High School Contest, judged by Naomi Shihab Nye. Her work can be found in Poetry, Electric Literature, One Teen Story, and more. Her story collection, POSTCARDS, was published by Bull City Press in 2022. ANTIBODY, her debut poetry collection, is forthcoming from River River Books in 2026.

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“For now, we will watch the seagulls swallow paper, Appa and I. We will laugh and laugh, because the snow is still soft and we are still here.”
― Elane Kim, Postcards

tags: grief, healing, lyrical

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“Sometimes, in the quiet of the rain, I would catalog what I had left behind: milk swirling in pale ceramic bowls, elbows at the table, cicada songs, soft orange wind.”
― Elane Kim, Postcards

tags: grief, loss

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“I would realize that Appa had not been watching the walls all those years, but the smallness of his reflection in my face. That hidden in his crooked body was an even crookeder man, or, at the very least, the attempt of a man to transform himself into a bird, an egg, a snow crab, a father—anything that could fly or die trying.”
― Elane Kim, Postcards