The
lone grain of white rice among the brown rests to the side waiting for
the gates to roll open. Break the fast on any of the delicious local
foods from the sea, farm and ranch. So foreign but so good - I have no
fear. The brown rice knows that the grain of white speaks not their
language, but is well accommodated. The fast broken pleasantly on pot
stickers stuffed with vegetables and shrimp so I search for more. Breads
with meats, cheeses and sweet potato to round out the experience.
Happily, full, I will soon take flight and return home. I will miss you,
Seoul.
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First Draft Poems and song lyrics from Penguin. The difference between what is posted here and the 3 books published is noticeable. It's a shame I didn't take the time to give these a better edit before posting them here. These poems are basically 2nd drafts and do not represent the way they ended up in my books. All work and photos by Penguin Scott unless noted. Want to SEE more? Check out www.penguinscott.com
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