Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Achingly shy, Ada imagined she would never find anyone she could tell all her secrets to. She knew how the moon tastes in summer, how bees know which flower to visit next, how to tell whether a distant thunderstorm was caused by a butterfly. Sometimes her secrets were hauntingly sad. She knew for instance why geishas always appear in her neighbour, Mrs Edmond’s nightmares.
Lost in his own thoughts, Vladimir fell backwards onto a young woman walking her dog. He had been wondering why the sun smelt sweeter when gazed upon upside down.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Whilst working on yesterday's haiga, I repeatedly questioned its originality: moon gets chopped up by water - I plunge into it. Not hugely original but I figured I'd rather have at least attempted a unique moon haiku, than avoid the subject.