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…
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Fishermen
This poem first saw the light of day at FourTiesLitReview this time last year. i was grateful then & remain so. They are open for submissions, so send your best. This is a revised version from the original. Fishermen i find scorch marks, black smears barely noticeable against scoria rock hemming the sea wall, a…
문재인 — Korea’s New President, a Soliloquy
i am over the moon to be, for the first time in my life, living in a country with a liberal leader. After my total disillusionment with Western politics it comes as a surprise that Korea would vote in such a person. Yet, on reflection, it isn’t: sharing is a way of life here, people…
Jeju school boy
i hated school. i have very few memories of it. i just wanted to grow up very quickly. i used to wish before i went to sleep that i’d wake up either in the future or just older. School was nothing but bullying & suppressing who i really wanted to be & what i wanted…
Publication at Underfoot
Very pleased to report i have 6 poems to kick start the new journal Underfoot, started by the amiably mannered & amply minded Tim Miller. I unfortunately missed the vol-au-vonts & the champagne reception, slept in, time-zones are a meither, sometimes. Get over & like, comment & submit. i foresee a future of fine poets…
moaning at the moonlight
You may disagree with what is against your sensibilities & beliefs, but sometimes the reasons for a culture’s differences are tied up with a history, still in memory through those who lived it & continue to remember it. & so the habit persists. i have a dog, & though the farming of dog meat (not…
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…
Breakfast
Wonder how many people are going to search Google for an image of a Renault Twingo, haha. True story this. The photo is an actual photo of the breakfast i serve at my guesthouse. Breakfast it’s funny ‘cuz i served a pilot for Korean Air & he was completely normal : he didn’t go from…
Rant Soliloquy
i’ve been mostly off the radar this week, so much work & perhaps a bit too much booze & trying to oscillate between Foucault’s The Origin of Things (which is just now starting to make more sense after 160 pages that have taken a month to read), David Foster Wallace’s Consider the Lobster, which is…
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…
Birmingham on a Saturday
i posted this in Winter, after my trip to England. i began writing it in England & finished it a few weeks later in Korea. Since then (being a serial faffer) i have made additions & amendments & as it will probably prove too difficult to get such a long poem published in a journal,…
