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Outside the Royal Theatre

Sometimes the contrasts in life are so strong, between laughter and sadness, rich and poor, bright and dull, day and night … OUTSIDE THE ROYAL laughter exits theatre                         jostles silk   wool suits smoked lips   mascara scarlet nails a man sits … Continue reading

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A Community

I live in a small community, which we refer to as ‘the village’, but it’s alive, robust, with a chocolatérie, medical clinic, drugstore, corner store … all the things one needs from day to day, and then some … A … Continue reading

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Street Dance

I love street musicians, their confidence, willingness to make light of an ordinary morning, bring an element of fun to the day. And sometimes someone will move to the music, sway, tap, or dance … STREET DANCE guitar & sax                                   … Continue reading

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Postcard from Lisbon

It’s the time of year when lots of people travel to far off places, struggle with visas, foreign languages (we learn at least ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ in the appropriate language before we go), currency exchange, etc.. Then there’s the … Continue reading

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Street senryu

The kaleidoscope of activity on the streets of any city are a perpetual wonder and puzzlement. People cut in and out of traffic, jay-walk (guilty as charged). They sleep in bus-shelters, doorways, under bridges, on vents. They take chances … … Continue reading

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Looking for Wilson Tom

Sometimes I hear of people but never meet them, never shake their hand or talk to them. Their name comes up in conversation but their face remains unknown. And then they disappear from conversation, completely. I suppose this happens to … Continue reading

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