a journal in the simplest words

In 2005, after reading Sei Shonagon's “The Pillow Book”, I started a long journey in the attempt to discover the Japanese poetry. The temptation to write something similar was huge. As a result of my searches I understood that my poems, although well received by editors and readers, were not haiku. After a time of wandering, I met Fiona Robyn, her “small stones”, and here I am, with all my literary belongings, under the roof of the “fragmentary writing”.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

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never alone- these birds, these trees

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Saturday, 18 June 2011

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bright June morning- the elder tree with bride veil

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Saturday, 4 June 2011

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weeds- what a wrong word... arisen from our frustrations. This piece of land is not my garden, is theirs. They are simply plants that thwart my plans. I play God and I don't like it.

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Wednesday, 1 June 2011

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spring to summer- every day another garden

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