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 [...]

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Superimpose

A new poem, written since moving back to England. My themes are altered & I am now beginning to find my stride with them, especially owing to my access to books being greatly improved; having a marked effect on my perceptions. I apologize for my tardiness, I read with gusto, insatiably; finding little time for [...]

Lunch notes on the Selfie (noon-ish)

Lunch notes on the Selfie (noon-ish) …A Selfie with Biyang island behind her | a sea “glittery as jewels—ㅋㅋㅋ.” She shudders at the squeaky cute voices : this habitual conformity to “Selfie...ㅋㅋㅋ” | people queueing to take photos in designated “PHOTO OPPORTUNITY” areas. She deletes the photo & vows to take no more. The Selfie [...]

Sewol Tragedy Soliloquy

Sewol Tragedy Soliloquy Bamboo has the elegance of Chinese symbols, tells of winters, keeping your chin up when cold delves in bone. The 3 year anniversary of the Sewol tragedy is in a few days— try telling those parents to keep their chins up; they’d pull the plug on the ocean, cause mass extinction to [...]

flower boy

i was a flower boy once. this is a memory haibun.   flower boy i finished school at 16 & wished to educate my sensitivities, so took a part time job on a flower stall in small town Burntwood— nothing place, where everybody knows each other’s name & cars passing through are slowed only by [...]