Machine Learning

I   A machine enters the forest. The trees, the endorphined air as well as the birds’ circumspection   play dead.   Until they start intuiting the machine’s curiosity, its authentic verisimilitude, its making note, they will not dare resume as usual.    Resigned to it being, in their midst.   They reorient, relate-to the [...]

Onanism

A poem from Yoon Yong. I had a debate in the pub the other week about onanism. I have a theory that the violence of men, may have its root in onanism: in one onanistic act, a man lays waste on a rag, to an entire population. Dylan Thomas was concerned with this. So is [...]

Appearances

There will be a Yoon Yong poem today & tomorrow. I promise. Appearances   …My cheekbones are fine | my chin if a little chiseled. I don’t agree with where my hair parts   the same as my father’s | not symmetrical like my mother. Glad I got mother’s long legs   but my father’s [...]

Nostalgia

Yoon Yong. Nostalgia   …The morning news buzzing in the background... —Her father stopped reading the newspaper   when his sight grew dim. She liked to see him read: she felt in good hands |   that her father could guide her. She tried to replicate the paper’s cackle   with other materials—my own onomatopoeia [...]