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My stories

The poets' curse

The poets' curse for those who will complain where they should tell, who judge their feeling where they should develop, who still express their sadness or their joy as if they knew and were allowed

Death of a father

...he thought there still was plenty of time....

Out of the dark

Let me hold a leaf up to he sky: you see against the sun the black silhouette framed by the light. Your eyes rise higher, the even blacker shapes of migrating birds, forked opaque dots, barely visible...
Cherry

Cockadoodling

He stands a shaggy patchwork quilt on short feathery legs, his voice hoarse and cocky. At dawn my cockerel recites his poems brings up his feather-brained genius, and asserts noisily his importance

While I am waiting

"some people try hard to love my poems"

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