An immense grief anchors this city, tethering Hiroshima to its past. To be here is to carve your emotional real estate bare and lay it in offering. Such tragedy cannot be contained within one person. Hope for peace cannot be contained within one person. I had not known school children were mobilised during the war… Continue reading Hiroshima


Runaway Woman

Runaway woman rasping and raging inside with all your rail lines wrought Every train of thought Trying not to be caught Amidst street level crossings. Humdrum heavy inside she’s hiding out open Like strawberry seeds of pre-ripe and white Freshly picked premature Punnet packed and posted across iron tracks to make your pie sour.