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…

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Attempts at Arrangement

i had a little less work to do one of the days this week, so rather than kip in a sunny chair i took Boreum out for a plod through my usual haunts & took the camera out. i find my eye drifts toward light & shape rather than the documentation of a going-on. i…

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dead Jindo soliloquy

i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn’t mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo? Dead Jindo Soliloquy Maggots dripping from its black mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry. A white hire car likely hit it: 99% more traffic…

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Silent Hook

talking about his novel Shark, Will Self explained that he set out to write Jaws without the shark. i am not entirely sure what he was getting at, but when i read the book i sort of understood his purpose: to have his narrative, a character’s past circumstances developed & swivel around something articulated, but…

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edgelands

this poem made an appearance at The Poetry Shed sometime last year, June i think. some may not have got to read it so here it is again. thanks to Abegail Morley for publishing this. edgeland where the throat of the grass is driest never having sampled Jeju’s mineral cool spring water that cuts through…

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the heron

the heron appeared on Robert Okaji’s O at the Edges first time around, but i feel it was perhaps buried under so much waffling prose of mine in ebullient response to Robert’s questions, which was immensely therapeutic & enjoyable, but now i think i’d like to give the poem some space to breathe, accompanied by…

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흑자 Jeju through n’ through

흑자 I am imperfect- I admire that in something especially myself : such a dominant weakness in so many other living things I have used to my advantage: to coddle humans into feeding me scraps which I’ll get by on. the tip grew into this burl like the grip of a gear stick. I developed…

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photos of England

yes, the iind post of the day, a bit much, maybe even showing off; however, WordPress were magnanimous enough to upgrade my storage to 6GB for no other reason than they are smashing folk, so i figured i’d share some photos, as reparation & thanks, of my trip to England. i wasn’t fortunate enough to…

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on the perimeters

  on the perimeters poor street bitch, famished & lonely, tiptoe your perfect parabola, study me for sudden movements, then scuttle anxious bursts in mimicry of all the other homeless dogs, risking the treacherous oscillations of traffic to protect the precious cargo you ferry to life : you must have 5 pups or thereabouts due.…

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