the hotel plays
'My Generation'
over breakfast
a couple round about my age
complain about the noise
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Focus
"...we began seeing one another..." he said, and I thought of people going about their daily routine, exchanging a brief smile with a shop assistant, half noticing passers-by in the street, glancing at work colleagues on the way to their desks, all in a blur of humanity. And then one day something shifts, eye contact is made, and someone comes into clearer focus.
approaching autumn
in this morning's post a note
from the optician
approaching autumn
in this morning's post a note
from the optician
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Learning not to swim
I'm all at sea but that's ok
it's not that I am not at home
it's good to swim then turn and float
between the water and the air
and feel the surface like a skin.
If I should dream of hot, dry land
it's not that I would wish to walk
or run or dance but only
lap against the shore and feel
it's marvellous, alien permanence.
it's not that I am not at home
it's good to swim then turn and float
between the water and the air
and feel the surface like a skin.
If I should dream of hot, dry land
it's not that I would wish to walk
or run or dance but only
lap against the shore and feel
it's marvellous, alien permanence.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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