The Truth In Rented Rooms

Typed out in cramped tenements or scrawled on bits of paper, Koon Woon's impulsive startling poetry probes the lonely world of itinerants and the dispossed found in the shadows of immigrant life in the United States.

#1105, Now A Year Later
Aberdeen, 1966, Or, Driving Around For A Poem
Against The Pre-dawn Light
Apple Moment
As The Night Is Beginning To Focus
Asleep On The Floor
At #1105; December 3, 1996
At The Bus Stop
At The Tokyo Airport
Cold Stones
Egg Tarts
Far And Near
Focus On The River
'fortune Telling...'
Forum
Goldfish
Hank Keeps Coming Back To Aberdeen
How To Cook Rice
I Have Augmented My Premise Of Isolation And Sorrow: The World Comes
I Want You To Write Secretly
I've Heard The Chan Bells Of The Monastery
If There's A Choice
In My Room
In The Onslaught Of The Inadvertent A Machinery
In The Slowness Of Days
In Water Buffalo Time
The Inadvertent Persuasion Of A Rented Room, Or, The Evolution Of
It's All I've Got, He Said
It's No Longer Night
The Last Time I Got Out
The Love This Abode Contains
The Memory Of Hands: 1. In Water Buffalo Time
The Memory Of Hands: 2. Sampan
The Memory Of Hands: 3. The World's Longest Alley
The Memory Of Hands: 4
Missingness
A Moment Ago I Meant To Tell You
A Moment In My Rented Room
Often A Man
An Old Hotel Dweller
Perhaps It Is Not Needed To Look Beyond Coffee As Coffee
Psychoanalysis Of A Room
The Question I Want To Ask
Raw And Easy
The Relish In The Mundane
A Slow Ox-cart Hauls The Sage; His Robe Is Opened To The Wind
The Solitudes
Sometimes When I Leave Behind The Places I've Been
Sometimes You Just Have To Stop Talking
The Spy's Reliability
There Is A World I Am
This Modal Logical Moment
Today The Sunlight Is Benign As My Room Is Already Heated By
The Wind Is Gentle On My Forehead
Windows After A Rain
The Woman In The Next Room
You Naughty Woman Smiling Coyly At Me
You Will Relax Into This Poem As You'd Be Pleased To Expect Nothing
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®