Sarama Keum-Sun

Tell all the truth but tell it slant

Emily Dickinson

Queen at the Far End of the Chessboard

Mixed Asian writer learning how to survive and thrive in the tragicomedy we call life. What can you expect from this page? Everything. Personal stories; examinations of trauma; short fiction; grammar tips; anecdotes about Cannabis Country; and most of all conversation.

I’m the owner of many questions and not enough answers to wear them all–which is where I invite you to share what you know.

What is your experience as a mixed person? What mode of economy/governance do you think best benefits citizens of a man-made island built out of water bottles? I encourage everyone to not only read, but converse, and share in what a former Literature teacher called, “The Great Conversation.”

Let’s get started.

Photo Credit: Sarama Keum Sun; January 1st, 2017 @ Lake Jennings, CA

Welcome! This is a brand new site and still under construction. In the meantime, please enjoy the narrative non-fiction essays under “The Personal.” I am excited to be here, and look forward to creating conversations and connections with all of your marvelous voices.

The Personal

Sarama Keum-Sun; 2013

Creative non-fiction that weaves the personal with the political.

The Fictional

Remedios Varo; Creation of the Birds, 1957

Short fiction; excerpts from larger pieces.

The Technical

Pablo Picasso; Woman Writing, 1934

Lessons in grammar and writing; tips for submitting.

Interviews and Guest Posts

Aristotle tutoring Alexander; Jean Leon Gerome Ferris, 1895

Essays and interviews from artists and professionals in their fields

Initiate Conversation Sequence

The Algonquin Round Table; NYC, 1919-1929

Writing prompts and interactive posts.


The Submissive Reader; Rene Magritte, 1928

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In My Craft or Sullen Art

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages,

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

Dylan Thomas


Sarama Keum-Sun; NY Public Library, 2018

    (Write; don’t call.)


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