Leaving our apartment 8.01.2006
Michael Gallagher Lonely, you look,stripped bare of bookcases,dusty furniture, empty glasses,people. Lonely you make me feel. With your simmering lightand your bright nights,fitful sleeps and sliding door, Lonely you will not stayfor…
Path
Yellowed path,inviting, gravelingrustling with our approach. At the onset of fall on amemorable Saturday,lost again on some mountain,lost again in memory.
Towards dusk in Gangnam
I do miss this view from my window in Gangnam. It might very well have been my favorite view of any place I have ever had.
Madison Square Garden
Guess this dialogue: “Go to the Garden, much?” “Excuse me?” “Madison….Square….Garden” I will give you a hint; it has something to do with Greystoke over there.
Bed
Veneer birch bed that I assembledSits motionless and empty in the corner. This complex, ever expanding like our country itself,Sprawls motionless and empty. Only I am restless and full.
Harken the tears! A poem by Yuan Chen
The following is a poem from Yuan Chen, a great Chinese poet from 779-831 A.D. It is a poem of mourning, so it is a tearjerker. I enjoy the truth…
Cubicle haiku
My cubicle cocoonlittered with pictures, posters, paperswhispers sad songs today