i still haven’t wrote one of these things as i find them very difficult to write; so i shall pare this back like the peeling of an onion to its naked core.
i don’t write for a living but i take it very serious. the act of writing & the progression to a completed poem, its podginess prodded into a meaning & form is a marvellous thing. as Wallace Stevens said, it isn’t everyday the world composes itself into a poem. thus it is a moment of chaos becoming intelligible; this is worthy of a pause for thought & as suitable a reason as any to write a poem.

i live on an island called jeju, a self governing province off the south coast of korea; i’m not korean though, i am english. i run a guesthouse & cafe that i built with my wife.

these days, reading a fair sum of korean poetry in its original with the aid of a good translation, i have begun to borrow its form & function; the direct treatment of emotions & things witnessed.
however, i do enjoy developing narratives & imagine all sorts of daftness; so you will find various projects all on going here.
i’m certainly more a person who walks & works in oscillations, like coleridge, i don’t walk in straight lines next to wordsworth. this means i do spread myself too finely over distances, but i’m in no rush. welcome.