Category Archives: haibun

Magic Painting

For the first time since his birth, his parents made the trip back to their home town… Continue reading

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Vinyl

Occasionally I play some of my records. Like me they are… Continue reading

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Wardrobe

Such a medieval word. Too grand, but then closet smacks too much of secrecy, and the secret is out now. Which is why Continue reading

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Dad

He looms hesitantly through the frosted glass, then opens the door. He stares out, eyes like a South Park character’s, then his face fumbles a smile.  I try not to overhug his rigid frailty.  Inside, the house smells of dust … Continue reading

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Our Nose

Noses run in our family.  I inherited mine from my mother and have, in turn, passed the heirloom on to my kids.  When my mother was young, and such things mattered, she was often asked if she was Jewish.  I … Continue reading

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Wheat Fields

When Mum was going through her van Gogh phase Dad would drive us out to Chosen hill on Sundays. He would park just off one of the lanes and we piled out to… Continue reading

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Undercroft

Descending the stone steps we enter the crypt, the largest in Europe. The air is cooler and smells damp. Lines of… Continue reading

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