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I have my coffee now and sit upon a chair that gives me comfort; have TV, a roaring fire, and footstool, and myself. So perfect, I find it odd -..

Oh, how we watch a town go by! Pieces of life wrapped against the elements, going somewhere, always going somewhere. From this upper window, my ..

A photograph

Collection of senryu

The car that brings that boxwith requisite solemnitypurrs reverently to its gentle halt.The engine is well mannered,so quiet I hardly know it’s ..

They’ve hauled me into the parlour, secure in terracotta packed with soil, to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation. Soon I will be baubled..

A friend who died.

(sonnet, written for a friend who lost another daughter)

A phone is a companion

There is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, o..