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…

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…

I do not know w…

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by…