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I don’t have long to writeso let me tell you that today’s smogis so thick that I’ve sat insidewith a headache, wearing a face-masknext to an air purifier, that the recorded figuresare double the hazardous limit, that these measurementsare probably a generous estimate, that I’m sittingwithin my dubious...

A film poem The poem is a Cento, a traditional form in which a new poem is made by splicing together lines from published poems. It was created quickly, I didn’t give myself time to work out the meanings of the source poems, but skimmed through them and picked out the lines that resonated....

The other morning I noticed a fish in my garden.I thought, what was a 3-foot-long dead fish doing among the bushes and trees?But he wasn’t dead.He was looking around. I am sure gills work only in water, but somehow he breathed.His silvery scales shone bluish and pinkish in the sun.He was fat,...