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Haiku #34 The Dunes

When do childhood memories become an everyday part of one’s life? Is it an age-based phenomenon or is it related to some significant event in life that “takes you back”? In my case it seems to be age-based PLUS some… Read More ›

Haiku #32 The Bee Orchid

Growing up in a coastal iron ore mining village in mountainous Cumbria had plenty of outdoor “distractions” for a young boy and his closest mates. One of these was to go into places we were specifically told NOT to, especially… Read More ›

Senryu #34 Cosmic Buddha

Boudhanath, another of my favourite temple areas in Kathmandu, a place where all the senses are stimulated: Monks chanting sutraprayer wheels spin incense risestourist cameras flashBuddhas’cosmic siteignored The Two Doctors Boudhanath is one of Nepal’s great Buddhist temple complexes. Initially… Read More ›

Haiku #31 England’s small farms

England’s small farms, hundreds of years old, soil hiding Roman and Neolithic artefacts, move with the seasons. “squawking seagulls feedearth crumbles under the ploughthe end of winter” The Two Doctors A morning walk yesterday revealed our farmer’s distain for Swedish… Read More ›