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…

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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…

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The light of a place (dawn)

The light of a place (dawn) …Whatever place I visit has its own specific light. Jeju’s light | is an aside | a confirmation of the usual mask the weather wears —marginalia of the wind & wet’s intent that makes the grass still grow in cold & vines tighten around the trunks of trees. Seoul’s…

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A memory of an emphatic friend

I originally posted this piece on Medium, which I recently discovered. I want to ask a favour of you. I have never asked anyone to follow my blog, & I now have over 700 followers, so I don’t feel guilty asking something of people now. I may (most likely will) be returning to England in…

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5 poems published @The Wagon Magazine

Thanks to Krishna Prasad for taking these 5, which, I don’t think are very easy poems & particularly the last poem, which is about the Seorak War Memorial in which the poet imagines histories superimposed in real time. I went through a stage of submitting poems without titles, simply using the lemniscate & this has…

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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…

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plenty of work to crack on with

This is an old poem, written when i was in the middle of building our guesthouse & cafe. The sentiment of escaping from teaching was still very immediate & i’ve as of yet, not got around to taking my escape for granted; don’t think i ever will. plenty of work to crack on with plenty…

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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…

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