At Night in Busan

My father, a Korean of his generationwould use that opaque yellow pomadeto slick back his black hairTres Flores BrilliantineI can…

We’re Flying

Today’s word is flying Use it in a piece or writing, or to inspire a piece, and then post what…

How About This One?

They laugh and shake their heads, my old acquaintances,call this one too far a stretch of the imagination,a coffee klatch…

of the bypast

and it came to passthat there was no more pity for the beautifulall their wishes had fallen to dustunfulfilled for…

Hawai‘i Sonnet 99 (A Calling)

Someone far away, speaks somethingto me from the eagle-taloned lectern clutching,a bird of prey perched upon the ball of earth,ministering…

Hawai‘i Sonnet 98 (split)

I know the precipice inching up on me,feel blindly with my foot behind me,try to step backward, back into our…