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My stories

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,

Report

It is the year twenty-eleven. Some are still alive but nature put the candle out in the land of the Rising Sun. My thoughts go to Iwate, Miyagi, Fukushima and Ibaraki,

Rescue team

Planned for days, they turned up in their kit, with only a few hours sleep, their dogs pulling on leads, their tools ready and eyeing the rubble as far as they could see, a world in ruins.

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