Every time I drop food on my shirt, I make the same joke. “After 28 years of practice, I still don’t know how to eat.” And as I stare at this persimmon in my hand, I am at a loss of what to do.Read more "How To Eat A Persimmon Someone Gave You – A Guide"
The watch itself is a noticeably large rock of a watch attached to my wrist. If I was ever attacked it would be a deterrent with its sheer size alone. It never comes off except the once a month it needs to be charged. I shower with it.Read more "Watch’s Digging"
This is what I’ve come to know Korea as and on these mornings this yellow pours out across the landscape coloring my world. It’s like a time-worn photograph that I’m trapped in; This is Korea to me. My hands escape inside my coat pockets so they don’t turn a deep purple in this cold bus. I press my nose down into my scarves and close my eyes.Read more "Yecheon Blues"
When I came to came to Korea I did not get it. I couldn’t find a way to make it work within my 2×3 frame. It was challenging coming from California, with such a drastically different look and feel to it. I knew this on some intangible level, I didn’t realize what that actually meant, and I didn’t realize I didn’t realize it.Read more "The New Year Retrospective"