By Marvin Cho Tethered on marble steps firm under a city gathered by the Bard’s song and choral wail to tears and awe moved the City enamoured. And on the distant stage swooning bacchants sing winesongs, then at their leisure yield to koaxing Frogs or a lover’s heartburn or to acts of grace on a Trojan field. There I sat cross-legged and with critic’s eye grasped at intentions, and on that happy day I was with you. But impelled by a god’s whisper or by a chance curse I am sw

On getting your hands dirty. By Marvin Cho Illustration by Justin Chen Scraping away at the sediment separating my excavation square...

On crisis fatigue and political lethargy in South Korea and at Columbia. By Marvin Cho Illustration by Isabelle Oh Disgruntled from...