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leisure weekend…
out of nothingness
a headacheWritten on September 27, 2026
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tea plantation tour…
without the guide’s instructions
tasting the fogWritten on September 27, 2026
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lost in
existential thought…
missing the grifter trainWritten on September 20, 2026
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a knock
on the pressure cooker…
first lunch guestWritten on March 27, 2026
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tough summer
retreating into
the poems in meWritten on April 3, 2026
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the seasons blurred global warring
Written on March 10, 2026
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a mild reaction to poison ivy survivor’s guilt
Written on March 9, 2026
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new world order the irrelevance of decency
Written on March 9, 2026
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fresh war children camouflaged in debris
Written on March 2, 2026
Notes
When you read this one-line poem, there are a couple of places where you can pause and split the poem into two images.
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fresh war / children camouflaged in debris
Another war. The missiles hitting schools and homes have buried children, dead and alive. They are covered in debris. Camouflaged, hopefully escaping another targetted strike. But this is a land without hope. Another missile would come, the patriots on the other side just making sure they give their all for their country.
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fresh war children / camouflaged in debris
Another war. The missiles hitting hospitals have buried pregnant women and newborns, dead and alive.
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And the fragment camouflaged in debris plays with the fact that the truth is buried.
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the algorithm
finally delivers
snow on Mt. FujiWritten on December 7, 2024
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