My Seoul, 24/7, 365, even though I’m here, I’m always there In my Seoul, always together with my people, Our shared look, the pulse of our shared blood, All relatives,…

“Well I probably could turn this bus to the left a little and you would all die going down the cliff,” the elderly bus driver concluded in a joking manner,…

SOMETIMES, I get “The Itch”. “The Itch” to make art. But most times I ignore that itch. There’s nothing to come of it, “the art”. But it’s like mosquito bites,…

Aloha to all you writers, and a belated happy 4th of July.  This month we’re going to continue with Jim Harstad’s favorite kind of writing.  So let’s go for exactly…