An hour in autumn– alone yet not I saw a stretch of centuries, people, forms I’d been that made me what I am today– sad for what…… Read more “Gwisin at Seoraksan”
Category: Autumn
Nocturne
September rain fresh linen a blanket lain last hours of summer spilling out off the roof gutters autumn takes a breath before winter ice and cold take…… Read more “Nocturne”
Buseoksa Moon South Korea
There’s a bus to nowhere, somewhere I think is home.
I feel the half moon human mind moving to fullness
clearly asking, “Will you stay with the solemn monks
Or return to the maddening city life of hell in Seoul?”
What the Cicadas Are Saying
There’s a method in the music, the buzz Filling the trees, a sizzle, a scream The clicking and the ringing of cicadas. Where some leave off, others…… Read more “What the Cicadas Are Saying”
Toward Samhain, for Shawn Morrissey
It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken…… Read more “Toward Samhain, for Shawn Morrissey”
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