Sorry, there’s no more horns-a-plenty.
Every self-driving-avocado-blockchain-paeleo-nootropic
took a forest, a species, a river dam(n)ed. Continue reading
humour
King parrot morning
when I turned back
the pool
was (almost) still Continue reading
All my darlings…
as the lozenge zips across the screen
all our tech
comes with sounds
– a ting, a poink, Continue reading
My twisted Thai
(after Misky’s Maxim’s Pantoum)
Tofu without tofu. Bangkok
karaoke sweet ‘n sentimental. Continue reading
La voix des océans
The ore carrier is making a few knots out past the breakwater, moving like a slow cliff. Continue reading
Over our heads (Tiangong 1)
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……………………….another
potent political symbol
shifts over our heads. Continue reading
The circumnavigation of Broulee Island, 35.857°S, 150.188°E
Grey morning beach math haibun
Blond sand blows low and hard over ankles, driftwood and half-buried trash. These feathers, eddies and vortices have been perfectly modelled in our wind tunnels and supercomputers. Continue reading
The umbrella
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…like people living in a country whose language they know so little that with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual.
Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence.
……………………..afternoon.
the wife is in the garden.
he has her umbrella. Continue reading
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