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My stories

How We Live Now

haiku-style poems about how we live now.
Cherry

Concentration

They barely rest, heads bowed, eyes begging. Their whole body flinching in the heat, front legs kneeling to the monotony. They heave against the sagging fence
Cherry

Offerings

Jackdaws leave no note, just gnarled twigs like bony fingers pointing at the women who live like clichés: alone, on a hill, with cats.

The patient house that dreamt of itself

Dormant for 300 years, empty as a monks' cell dreaming of itself. It waited patiently staring at the rain tapping out its own carnival. It waited watching over generations

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