Storm & Stress

An oldish poem i have neglected for sometime, until i recently injected some new words & remodeled it. Storm & Stress the light switch of the storm shaped like the roots of the 팽 tree, its fibrous anchors split the torrential downpour in a sparagmotic seizure & tugged the claggy cloud, the sky itself with…

Fishermen

This poem first saw the light of day at FourTiesLitReview this time last year. i was grateful then & remain so. They are open for submissions, so send your best. This is a revised version from the original. Fishermen i find scorch marks, black smears barely noticeable against scoria rock hemming the sea wall, a…

Jeju school boy

i hated school. i have very few memories of it. i just wanted to grow up very quickly. i used to wish before i went to sleep that i’d wake up either in the future or just older. School was nothing but bullying & suppressing who i really wanted to be & what i wanted…

Publication at Underfoot

Very pleased to report i have 6 poems to kick start the new journal Underfoot, started by the amiably mannered & amply minded Tim Miller. I unfortunately missed the vol-au-vonts & the champagne reception, slept in, time-zones are a meither, sometimes. Get over & like, comment & submit. i foresee a future of fine poets…

moaning at the moonlight

You may disagree with what is against your sensibilities & beliefs, but sometimes the reasons for a culture’s differences are tied up with a history, still in memory through those who lived it & continue to remember it. & so the habit persists. i have a dog, & though the farming of dog meat (not…

Spring Rain – Yi Subok

Originally posted on Ahn Translation:
Spring Rain Yi Subok (1924-1986) When this rain stops, In the field by the river, my mind Shall deepen to the doleful color of grass. In the clear sky Above the green field of wheat, Only a skylark would chirp so-and-so. When this rain stops, In the delicate field of…

firefly

firefly ㅕ instead of reading Heidegger or Edward Young i listen to Suzanne sung by Simone her piano, subdued as the gloaming, the distant neon steps of stars her minimal rhythm that fills limbs with move & sing along as throatily as possible in imitation of the nightingale Simone caged in her ribs stomp like…

Breakfast

Wonder how many people are going to search Google for an image of a Renault Twingo, haha. True story this. The photo is an actual photo of the breakfast i serve at my guesthouse. Breakfast it’s funny ‘cuz i served a pilot for Korean Air & he was completely normal : he didn’t go from…

early

A simple lyrical poem from the time i wrote as much poetry as i could in a week, which prompted me to start to write from my experience of my environment & life, which i was previously not doing & struggling to write any poetry; in fact until my Week of Poems, i was on…

looking out the window on 신불사

i wrote this some time ago while staying in the village Daesa-nim built, which is called 신불사 Shinbulsa. It was March & cold in the mountain. i spent much of my time climbing up to a peak where a 3 headed Buddha had been chiseled hundreds of years ago. i really wish i had begun…

Baduk (바둑)

Baduk is what you may know as Chinese checkers/chess. i have absolutely no idea how to play this game but every summer, in the afternoons, men will gather on the 평상(pyeongsang, the platform in the picture, which i decided to use the Korean name for as, bench or platform, seemed like an awkward name for…

Rind, Be Gone – Shin Dong-yup

Originally posted on Ahn Translation:
Rind, Be Gone Shin Dong-yup (1930-1969) Rind, be gone. Leaving only the kernel of April, Rind, be gone. Rind, be gone. Leaving the shouts from Gongju in Donghak revolution, Rind, be gone. Hence, again, Rind, be gone. Here, in the wedding hall of neutrality, Glowing with shyness, Asadal and Asanyeo Shall…