The rubber soles of my shoesgripped the cracked pavement. We slowly descended through the mazed ravineof houses nestled in Seodaemun. The sun in the sheltered skycouldn’t find us as we…
That chickenyou made for methe other nighttasted good. I saw the smirk fromyour lips, the pride. I watch you all the time, you know.I am with you more now; the…
We filed to the red car, in time, like soldiers. We looked down the street and saw the 2 stoplights and the lonely sunset. We walked, We paused. I sighed.
My tooth aches at the surgical cold of our water, nerves flayed and skewered, joints thrust in awkward poses. I drop the glass and shards bolt in thousands of pieces…
In Michael’s latest addition of why the world should relish poetry more, I give you another of my favorites. The significance of the fact this pilot is Irish is critical…
I am down with art in general, but why do university sculptures always look out of place? I am sure this is someone’s individual expression of life, God, meaningless, or…
There are times when I feel I will forever be crossing the Han from North to South, chasing my own shadow in the flickering light of the evening sun, gripping…
Michael Gallagher