I was composing some englynion (englyns – a Welsh poetry style conceptually similar to haiku). Most are terrible, but here are two I liked.
(Poem #9 on new numbering scheme)
my walking is like talking. stories told to the earth. old stories sing new from my footsteps. walking. the ant pushes against stone with small feet. its silent creeping alone, until finally it finds home.
Here is a picture I took the other day (a rainy day) looking toward my building – it’s the tallest one in the center in the farthest distance. I live on the seventh floor. Ilsan has rapidly become summery.
