Recently I've received an acceptance letter and a publishing contract 
from the publisher to whom I've submitted my book manuscript. Brief 
joy evaporated as I read the contract. It says that I market the book 
with my own expense, reasoning that the book has been published before.
When? Then I realized that they meant the book campaign I ran on 
Kindle Scout a month ago. 

Before running the campaign, I had thought I should find a literary 
agent or publisher first. But I didn't want to wait a few months to 
get a response from them. So I ran the campaign unsuccesfully which 
turned out to be a pitfall that hinders my effort to find 
a publisher.

This publisher wants e-book publishing right also. I've converted 
my manuscript into an ebook format myself, and I want to keep 
e-book publishing right to myself. So I've decided not to sign 
the contract. I've published it with Amazon.

The editor at the publishing company says that my book 
Infinite Deluge resonates.  

To buy the book, please go to 
Thank you so much for your support.  


Posted on March 9, 2018
by Byung A. Fallgren

Drink me with moon-drops

When cluttered
thoughts keep you
awake at night
drink me with
a few moon-drops,

and all the worries
will vanish, let you drift to
the sleepy land where you
sleep in the gentle hand of

a night queen who will
reward you with the
renewed vigor so
you can tackle the
hard work the next day.
–Chamomile Tea

Chamomile tea is also known to be good for hive;
drink it, rub it on the irritated and itch hive, and
it soothes your skins and mind. šŸ˜Š


–Byung A. Fallgren


Interim freeze

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Yesterday’s passion is
too precious to let go
down stream without
some fruition

every bit of our effort
tucked in beneath the ice,
we reflect, re-plan, assure
the low hanging clouds
final solution

failure, the necessary villain
on the path, ignore offering hands;
no one knows us better
than we do

more of ardent shift and turn
grasp the thread, and we are glad
we haven’t let it slide by

Photo, written by Byung A. Fallgren

No Quitting

All my youth I’ve been
searching for my dream
in the sea of blue world
Now that I’m old-young
still I’m hoping
A masochist or
placid idiot, I don’t care
what they say
My endeavor will go on
until the sea turns into me and
I, the sea, for all I have is the

by Byung A. Fallgren

The Inseparables

When they were a young couple
they often squabbled like children,
found more hidden lint balls
than music in each other, yet
they were the tree branches
swinging in the wind, tangled
together, inseparable,

as the middle age rolled in their old habits
whittled away, overlooked the furrows of
wrinkles, watched in awe the wispy clouds
of graying hair,

with the midlife slips to the threshold
of golden years, their hearts tend to
skipĀ beating at each other’s pain, smile at the
tufts of hair out growing of his ears or
at her spotty hands like quail’s egg,

after all the years of
arduous hills and
treacherous rivers,
they’ve turned to the
couple of doves, cooing,
perched on their favorite branch
in the late afternoon sun.


According to statistics, nowadays nearly half of all the marriages fail. Divorce is necessary for some, while others can be worked out. Some I leaned through their stories are heartwarming that I wanted to write the tributary lines for them.

By Byung A. Fallgren