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on the warming sea
there were many squidnow octopus are commonpeople are happythey catch octopusand sell them for a lot moreso they are happy~n.b. Not so sure the octopus are too chuffed about it. Life goes on, they say. The only constant is change. CLP 02/07/2025 →
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on peace (i)
the room falls silentafter the big guy smashes theold clown in the moutha few customersnear the exit exiteveryone else looks to their drinksthe big guy turns roundseeking validationhe says, “I warned him”“Aye, ye did.” says the bar room lawyerA few concur with a nodonethen anotherpick up the loose threadsof their abruptly interrupted conversationssoon all are →
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at Summer Solstice
pause to catch the rayscelebrate the height of lightwe live in cycles~n.b. Yesterday, in Northern hemisphere. CLP 220/6/2025 →
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on ignorance
What is going on?curiosity demandssome satisfactionin face of mistrustwe search for explanationwhere sunshine is absentisolated homesfamilies divided by techpreclude discussionwe’re left to join dotsif A is C and B Zwe write our own truths~ CLP 19/06/2025 →
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at the gymnasium
WOW! Look at those gunsWhen you gonna use them, boy?I mean, what’s the point?~n.b. Too much power, too big an arsenal, too many guns, aircraft carriers, tanks, fighter jets, bombers, drones, missiles. They were never going to just sit in a shed. Old men with nothing to lose…how does this happen? CLP 17/06/2025 →
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Ghosts
It takes years for them to take formFrom memories confused with memoriesA head-scarf, the style of hairA coat, a manner of talkingA snatch of laughterThe balance when walkingThrough the market stallsOn the air, a scentA melodyWhen night takes hold its betterWhere they inhabit is not so clearIn shadows casts by street lightIn restaurant cornersAnd closed →
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on Ukraine
In 1948, Steinbeck in A Russian Journal wrote of the Ukrainian people:They spoke anxiously of war, they had so much of it.Our towns are destroyed alreadywhat more can it do?We will defend ourselvesin the snowand in the forestsand in the fieldsWhat was a moment in historyis now a way of lifeWhat is the prizethese invaders →
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on Ukraine
Punch, counter-punchStab, thrust, bombAll the mothers knowLottery of life and deathHolds them at knife-pointIs this the final dice rollOr just another false dawnA fake news dayEdging then along until they hearThe boy’s key in the lockOr the postie’s fateful knock~ n.b. And so it goes on, more vicious by the day, more so by night. →
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on cricket
did you do your bestbetween the umpire’s call “Play”and his last of “Time”?~n.b. A game in which individuals contribute their best efforts to the team, as time permits; very much as in life itself. CLP 28/05/2025 →
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