I enjoyed myself in style all day long on the sofa.

Guy like him deserves to get the daylights beaten out of him.

(body, what spider / weaves your nerves and veins?)

Just then heavy drops of rain began falling / from clouds covering the whole of Jogye Mountain.

I felt she was cleaning out her life / and got angry at her for no reason.

Yesterday the wind blew all day long like a sweltering cotton quilt

Longbills have no unfamiliar places, for they have no home.

Drawn out by a fleeting glimpse

As if the horse's mane were tickling her vocal cords, she hiccups, unable even to cry.

I bump into someone and receive a cola baptism.

Without its little spring,what would make Yongtun Village a village?Endlessly, snowflakes fallinto the spring’s dark watersand dissolve.What still still stillness,as Yang-sul’s wife,covered…

I'd like to plunge naked into that tub of flowers / and emerge with a new life.

Hold on tight. And when I held on to his hair, as he told me to, I got his sticky and greasy hair tonic all over my hands.

This narrative poem is an adaptation of the rap by “El Guante,” Kyle Myhre. Read the prose translation here.she was never here the man shouts as he moves aboutthrough the office and I cant…

For the rap version of this story, click here.1She’s here, she’s here. Here at the office to see us. The Big Dog, her manager, comes, too. Comes in a bomb-ass Chrysler, his lackeys tag along.…

Dry strands of hair from the fallen days rise and / tumble, swaying this way and that.

After her son was born, Wol-nam's mother / would lose her mind

Who brought me here? Why am I being locked up?

These pictures were for the two of us to look at, laughing, never something to keep or show someone else.