POEMS :: MORGENLAND :: INDEX

A picture of a hanok roof at Bulguksa, Republic of Korea Most of these poems were written during my time in Korea and Japan, September 2005 to January 2006. Poems marked with an asterisk are located on the PC Bangs blog, as are the poems from my Imaginary Cities project.

Channel 15* No News Is Good* 50/49* Makkolli Moon* Jetlag World* Haiku* Mokochukcha* Snow Grocer* Back To the Tourist III* Sound of Vitality* The Hanok Fields* Soju Glacier* Quinton Your Century White Space Hoju Bihang-gi Trans Delete Forever 1001 Nights Beetle 3 Run Visa Run The Bridge of Hesitation Silence Car snow seas swan Lonely Planet Morgenland Saihou Jodo Nagasaki Crows Potentially Explosive Atmosphere Imaginary Mao Renga Jet Moon Karappo vs Okesutura

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