‘You better run, squirrel …’ Barkeep, Back to the Future III destinations detonate like the coyote on acme or speed my runners wear thin again —it’s time to go back to the tourist (iii) troubles i’ve seen em (stacked them high lived them low better clear out of this saloon & hope a time machine…

like Sun Ra soaking up a cosmos snow grocer sits there with his white gloves & laughs every time i try to guess what he’s saying e.g. how much to pay for makkoli & then one day he says eh, tonight— snow! as if he knows what i am thinking: how these skies look pregnant…

This morning I was walking down to Jongno-gil in downtown Seoul to buy a ham, cheese and egg toasted sandwich thinking “Gees, it’s cold!” when all of a sudden, it started to snow! Well, it was more like miniature specks of ice but how fitting, on the first day of winter, for the rain to…

“One of the thirty six or seven greatest writers alive today aged between thirty three and thirty four.” “This book made me late for work again today.” “I have read this book.” “One of the six or seven must-reads that I have been forced to read this year.” “Can you please buy some milk on…

You know you want to. Look at me: I want to. Look at everyone else: they want to. You want to. Stay. Masigo jookja! Do you know what happens to yesterdays? Do they turn into tomorrows? Who cares, your glass is empty. Masigo jookja! I’m seeing lots of purple and strawberry colours. Is this bad?…

                                                  *across the breeze/ birds fly/ foam in their beaks/ silver wings/ radar traces/ trans/ lateral/ trans/ am/ take me away/ silver bird/ foam in your beak/ across the breeze/ trans/…

eh! the plane! the plane! come to rescue a princess hoju bihaeng-gi like silver birds above our skylines over the wires a plane! a silver plane! coming to save their hoju princess to fly her to hawaii! her fur coat trailing in the dust on the sleepy seoul tarmac silver plane full of furs! come…

building a spaceship to take me to a moon made out of makkoli a dead sparrow falls through the window i left open overnight in case it snowed . . . the sparrow’s white beak & feathers are frozen (made of snow i hold in my hands as if it might melt & outside even…

Well, like most blooooogers, I sometimes wonder whether anyone actually reads this stuff. While I have a site counter that gives me a lot of fascinating information, I’m noticing that most visitors to this site stay for one second or less, then leave. I’m sure a part of it is just people clicking the “next…

hear the wet kittens mewling for their lost mother must we eat bamboo?

Wake up calm. It will be morning soon. Hours disappear, then shatter at the sound of a phone call (wrong number). Your mobile bleats when it’s time to change the battery, in that awfully disconnected voice that’s had reverb added to it, in the room where you remain alone. Eat a mandarin. That’s better. No…