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My stories

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Walking with you and him in the enchanted garden, the wind blew your hair through our guessing silence and the sunflowers turned their faces skywards as if to ask for forgiveness.

Observations of an old lady

For many years I got used to old age by watching her when walking to the shops, past my front window like a great big bag of ripe bananas in her yellow frock:

Fukushima power

Air-borne and invisible, sky-choker, cloud-blaster, his mood unpredictable, his longevity tried and judged, he has no measure of application, but black powers feeding off his core.

The Monster

As if a monster unbolted a secret door and ripped the earth into shreds just under the ocean he has opened an abyss along the seabed, a bleeding wound of seeping muck, vaporizing
Poem of the week

Letter from Sendai

(after a letter a young English woman wrote from Sendai) Things here in Sendai are surreal. My shack is worthy of its name we all share water, food, kerosene. We sleep lined up in one room,

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