soul cracked on a mountain sheet soju warms me with glacial heat mind snared on a toothless high soju shoots me up into the sky body wrapped around a sharp pin soju heals me like rain on tin fingers burnt by a solar flare soju soothes me like bomb scares eyes dimmed by the wet…

there’s another country buried here in the ground (under all this snow i can see it in these rice field rows the white shrouds make them look like the curved plane of a giwa roof as if some long-departed designer (maybe even old king sejong had seen it just this way & thought (in all…

It’s the sound of a whipcrack, (whiplash on the windswept road It’s the sound of reed engines (engine reels & carburettors It’s the sound of a small purr (purrpure lubricants that whirr It’s the sound of exploded cans (canplode diode transmissions It’s the sound of pine whispers (pinepanic at the smell of snow It’s the…

‘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…