elite
athletes inject
strong steroids which mistreat
our trust; must we now redirect
respect?
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Recently, the doping allegations surrounding swimmer Park Tae-hwan have been a hot topic of conversation in the Korean news.
http://www.koreatimesus.com/effort-to-protect-park-tae-hwan-from-doping-allegations-slipping/
난 라디오 음악에 맞춰 노래하면서 손가락으로
헝클어진 머리를 빗는다.
먼 곳에 천둥소리가 다시 들린다
꽃들은 이야기를 그만뒀다.
이제…비가 온다.
I comb my tangled hair with my fingers
while singing along to the radio.
Again, thunder is heard in the distance.
The flowers have ceased talking.
Now…the rain comes.
A MUNI passenger fixes her hair after a long day/San Francisco, CA
Somewhere, but not here,
you stand with me amidst the
sangria stars of Biseulsan
in a season of surging.
With sealed eyes we attend to the
coordinated calls of gaudy magpies.
Hovering harbingers fill us with fear for
we do not understand their warning.
Then, you begin to sing Albert’s song.
His words are stitched into your mouth
yet you still stumble upon the shore.
I do not understand your warning.
I reach for your hand, but find you gone again,
soaring far and wide in search of glittering orbs.
A young boy enjoys an afternoon at Namsan Tower/Seoul, South Korea
yearly
bitter combat
has just about nearly
deprived that despicable Rat
of fat
Looking into a small pond at Eikando Temple/Kyoto, Japan
Down come the marigolds
upon my bare head.
Perhaps it is time to sleep.
An inquisitive ladybug creeps
over my left thumb, itching
for a late lunch.
We are both famished.
My shell has cracked wide
open yet I remain inside,
awaiting the revelation.
And so the afternoon continues.
The heart of San Francisco Saturday Night/Inner Sunset
(2010)
sundry folly 