Careful intrusion

“And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life?”…

Philosopher’s Path

    While watching Hope building a tower with her blocks, in between changing diapers and cleaning the kitchen floor, or when mindlessly moving my hands under running water in…

Evening of Kyoto

Third night since I got back from Kyoto, I am trying to come up with reasons why I go back to the image of a deserted playground of the evening…

Daughter

When we have to say goodbye to a daughter we shake our head like a three year old we won’t give in to a candy, playground, not even a teddy…

Perhaps Love is…

Six years ago, a guy sang a song, “Perhaps Love” to me in front of five hundred people. It was one Saturday afternoon, and the sky was grey, humidity 99%….

Spring Poem

  Life brought me back to Korea after almost six years. I am going to stay here for four months–I think I have found an island to rest at least…

Qui se consume et chante

C’est à voir basse qu’on enchante Sous la cendre d’hiver Ce cœur, pareil au feu couvert, Qui se consume et chante. Toulet Quoted from la psychanalyse du feu by Gaston…

Prayer

Facing our responsibilities, you may call it, “life” that are far more grungy, fearsome, and simply boring than we ever imagined, must we remember how life showed itself to us…