DMZ

The sounds of over there is ‘them’ and here is ‘us’Ghosts hear as if they were the honoring of some…

Bedazzled

In eyes I see here, my ancestors’ gaze cast by manyThere’s a hardness of a kind I can’t quite identifyAnd…

And he says, “In this line, what does ‘it’ refer to?” I stare at the line then close my eyes…

When I’m here, I love the taste and smell of garlic more than usualWill chew it even in the morning,…

Before breakfast, I cross the street outside my hotelTo visit the Jogyesa Buddhist Temple People of all ages and economic…

It’s good to be back in KoreaA third time as charming as the firstLet the magic beginIn the fatherland I’m…

Here’s to the broom, the mop, and the spongesThe cloths, the sprays, and the toilet bowl brushesTools of the exercise…

So true, how you always seem to chooseThe slowest register line in the grocery store(It even applies now to self-checkout…

Reached that crossroads where you have to stop and wonderWhat mightn’t be a turning point or which may indeedDebating about…

Ultimate Dave — he gave himself that name — is bragging again. “I’m the king of ultimate frisbee,” he proclaims,…

The first time I came home for a Christmas breakHaving endured a frigid Midwest fall semesterThe coldest on record, my…

We all face each otherThe sun going downNot as wide a circle as it used to beNowadays a bit windedThe…

I have to be on a south side beach to experience the glory of a Hawai‘i sunsetAn unobstructed view between…

The hardest path is sometimes the shortestTruth to be told or a falsehood to concealHeavy heart and conscience plaguedIn either…

When I look back, over my shoulder, I see ours had to be the sort of loveThat must be transitory,…

The urge of whirling stars told me sleepingI should write about you today but I only seeA coursing down of…

With the windows up it’s so quietThe dead and I can only hear the engine humThe AC pump purring its…

When people still had landline telephonesSometimes I wanted to throw mine out the windowThe last time we talked, he told…

There aren’t too many stars to countIf you believe in where you’re goingThe exercise of flying back to SeoulTallying suns…

The shelves, like his mind, are stuffed with booksAnd there are piles of them, neatly stackedOn tables throughout the houseMore…