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A Tangible Beauty of Absence She saw the shell, there, on the sand, on a still autumn day when the calm lapping sea melded into the sky at its horizon. This was the first walk of autumn and it … Continue reading
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10 Years: 10 Places Hamamatsu: Home of unagi pie –– a biscuit made of eel. Iwakuni: Bridge of Samurai –– beer with strangers, under blossom. Burracho’s Bar: Grilled sparrow on a stick. Flirtation with the ‘Master’, … Continue reading
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On Not Finding Bede At the throat of the Don where twin Tyne tunnels undercut Crackwillow we searched for you. We searched for you in Go-To-Bed-At-Noons, by Pellitory-Of-The-Wall, through Lady’s Bedstraw. At Station Burn, Field Scabious … Continue reading
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A Boat Trip I am going to catch a fish. It’s goin’ to be a big fish ‘cause I’m a big boy. I better catch two fishes. Or maybe three. We are six at home, we need six … Continue reading
木漏れ日 There’s an old Japanese woman in our group. She doesn’t talk much – her English isn’t the best – but I’ve found that if you take the time to sit with her, she’ll eventually try and speak to you. … Continue reading
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writing to mr. hopper I am in new york for a few days & would very much like to see you it is so warm & beautiful here the park is lovely with the leaves just out saturday … Continue reading
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MOTHWINGS you ask why i keep cigarettes if i don’t smoke never notice the scars beneath my clothes last night when we argued over bread you said i was weird so i just pulled the sheets over … Continue reading
Kokeshi I am the gaijin on the outside looking in, you, intrigued by me, see what you want to see: a tall nose, a little face, a doll to look at, but never embrace, a doll you’d … Continue reading
Becky There is a woman in this town who’s my double. I’m not saying it this way round in vanity. It’s just I’m slightly older. We have the same kind of hair and skin. We dress similarly. It’s a … Continue reading
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Neuro-Mandala A poem inspired by Anjali B Purkayastha’s ‘Home’ I can float here on these outlines of clouds unfilled, nested within borders, in teal self-led and self-reflected. There are no rainbows, only a sense of them mono-coloured … Continue reading