Busan: City by the Sea

This is just to have the whole poem in one place for any future visitors who pass by & rather than ruffle through separate posts, you get the idea. i do recommend a second read though, never know what you might have missed 1st time round. Cheers for reading by the way. Busan: City by…

Busan: City by the Sea— Part 3

Busan: City by the Sea— Part 3 Economy of Busan 1 Everyone’s talking about the low volume of tourists: the Chinese are boycotting Korea, because of THAAD. Hotel’s, restaurants & cafes, though by no means desolate are far from packed to the brim. Discounts across the board. Economies are like populations of species, remove one…

Busan: City by the Sea— part 2

Second part. A tour of a department store & all the frills & thrills, the worst case scenarios & the separations that continues to ensue because… Busan: City by the Sea— part 2 Shinsaegae (The New World) Department Store i There is enough here for everyone to have something unique, something all their own, which…

Busan: City by the Sea— Part 1

Photographs were not the only product of my Busan trip, naturally, a poem emerged, a long poem. Busan: City by the Sea— part 1 Just Another Tourist A farmer’s profiled face, the ideal line, tilted back 40 degrees                                      watching the sky bedded in geraniums, cosmos & violets; the face made…

Busan 3

i promise this is the last batch, don’t want anyone climbing the walls or thinking i’m a broing Uncle Herb type with his projector slides from trip circa ’93. i’ve had fun manipulating the truth though.

Busan 2

A 2nd batch from Busan, focusing mainly on the dense old fish market, Jagalchi. So much fish & so many bizarre creatures i never saw before.

Busan

i was treated to a short respite from work with a trip to Korea’s 2nd largest city, Busan (부산). Busan was spared the artillery impact of the Korean war & contains historical areas that Korea on the whole, doesn’t have. There is a balance between the hyper-new, chic, beach side with glass skyscrapers scratching cloud;…

Lil’ Spud

Children can be so cruel. Lil’ Spud queuing to pay for my basket of tofu, sesame oil, red chili & pumpkin seeds at the local mart— a boy, lil’ spud of a child pointed at me, singled me out &, with the menace of Mephistopheles laughed archly—no question, he directed the tip of that podgy…

Let’s call it a sacrifice

A new poem. Photograph by me. Let’s call it a sacrifice It must have worked, whatever killed it : the drought has lost its footing; except now, the once named, being dead, is just that —or a sacrifice, sufficient enough to sate the appetite of a god. i don’t believe in such fads, but many…

Man Dressed like a Forest

Man Dressed like a Forest Finally, rain is expected Wednesday. It’s been weeks since we had a drop. The grass is dry & brittle like a nicotine stained moustache; it scrunches with each step — the sound tells me i live. There is one here dressed like a forest. His thirst must be slaked. Hear…

3 poems published at the High Window

Very pleased to have 3 poems published at the High Window alongside so many talented poets. Thanks to the editors David Cooke & Anthony Costello for taking them. The Resident Artist, Angela Smyth also did art work for my poem Cover Story. The poem Cover Story, just to give you a bit of background, is also…

Scarecrow Travels (after Robert Okaji)

i wrote this relatively quick, i saw the scarecrow pictured & a sort of surreal narrative took shape. i’d like to do more of these after poets-i-know-poems. i’ll be keeping my good eye open.     Scarecrow Travels (after Robert Okaji) i see you with my own eyes—mid-crucifixion edge of an onion field dressed in…