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…

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…

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…

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…

Losing March

Originally posted on S. S. Hicks:
At 17, I discovered leaves on trees, carved veins of light fanning into a kaleidoscope of green, sawed edges sharpened into points, bird feathers descending into arched clouds. Looking out the window, lens perched upon my nose, told to examine the drip of eucalyptus weighted in sky, held in…

Photographs & a message to readers

i’m back to a packed regime due to our old, stubborn cleaner-fella ditching us for a spring trip out of the blue. i like working but it limits my writing time & blogging time & makes me drink, boy can i drink when i am busy & though i actually write pretty well with a…

Ikea Soliloquy

i wrote this to stave my boredom whilst inside the belly of the Ikea Leviathan. So this poem has been to hell & back. Ikea Soliloquy The magpies won’t exculpate us even though we scared off all their competitors & they alone occupy the cherry blossom on the brink of renewal — they’d do well…

Boreum’s Fight with the Sea

TSomething a little different, a somewhat mythological piece, though the hero of the poem is a dog, my dog, who you may recognize from other poems of mine. i am sure many of you may know what this is a parody of. Boreum’s fight with the Sea At first the sea retreated. clenched its face…

a handful of photos

just a handful of photos from the last goodness knows when— mostly recent & one from quite a while back: the one of the flower man was taken in summer. there is a variation of feeling here i think, something to illustrate Jeju’s diverse weather & landscape. all of these photos have been shot using…