Rusty Ring

Kobayashi Issa is my all-time favourite poet. Regular readers will find this tediously typical, for though he's one of Japan's ...

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Raked with great effort I lost my piles. I found them Beneath fallen leaves ( Feuilles d'automne [1909] , ...

(On the beach in front of an old log dump, closed since the early 80s. Remains of an ancient automobile.)

Try this: Name the virtue that's the basis of all human morality. And now this: Which fundamental virtue is seldom disc...

(Feral apples. Almost always the best-tasting, and absolutely free. Yet another blessing of life in the outback.)

What I most ached for on the mountain was a musical instrument . They're like languages, each complete and distinct and irreplaceab...