Wandering Thoughts

Wandering thoughts

I’ve become familiar with foreign sounds
Foreign spaces
Ears accustomed to the unknown

I’ve been lost in language
Caught up in cobblestones
On muddy rust roads
Under full, fanning palm trees

Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
Stung on crystal coasts
Cracked on coy ice
Roughed up by rapids

I’ve become familiar with passing pain
Foreign cures
Stomach strengthening with each healing wound

I’ve become familiar with uncertainty
Foreign sites
Eyes staring at my strange stature

Etranger
Wayook
Farang
Foreigner

I’ve become familiar with constant changes
Foreign love
Heart yearning for something rugged and real

In the towering frosted alps
In the humid coastal chaos
In the concrete technological maze
I called this home

For I’ve been lost in language
Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
And yet
Even if fleeting
I called this home

Spring changes

Spring is in full swing here in Korea and got me feeling inspired apparently. Happy Friday all!

Sasquatch

It’s official. I’m a crazy cat lady.

Alright. Alright. I’ve always been a crazy cat lady. But I didn’t really have a choice, since loving cats is all part of my namesake. No really. Kotecki means cat lover. Or so I’m told.

But it’s officially official because I have one of my own. One who both terrorizes and amuses me. One who drives me insane in one instant and melts my heart in the next. One who goes by Sasquatch.

So in an effort to introduce this charismatic cat to the world and appease my crazy cat ladydom, (or maybe the claws of insanity are slowly tightening their grip on my mind), I decided to write a poem. Continue reading