by John Cox | Jul 21, 2010 | Stories
How am I still enthralled by this place? After how long? Since I broke the watch Noriko gave me, I can’t tell the hour of the day let alone the year. But its been at least twenty five monsoons from when I first started counting. Five since Ichiro died, an old man at...
by John Cox | Jul 19, 2010 | Poetry
A Surfeit of Bushmills I’ve not always been me, I used to be someone else Lots of someone elses , Of course some parts are constant. But the add ons Like cruelty or love Change, Or are watered down, Beefed up, Even dispensed with. You always retain the capability To...
by John Cox | Jul 18, 2010 | Poetry
She was old, possibly Jewish I was young and not ‘Its cold,’ she was rather shrewish I replied ‘I’m hot.’ This had gone on for some time when Looking rather strange, She sat me down and called me Ben Asked me to arrange, For me and Steve to visit her Though she called...
by John Cox | Jul 13, 2010 | Poetry
Do not cry for me. If you must, cry for those I left behind. For I am a professional, and this is inherent in my profession. I did what I did in the knowledge That as I dealt it so it may be dealt. And I did it in the company Of the best human beings, I could have...
by John Cox | Jul 13, 2010 | Poetry
I am not a celebrity, so do not try to research me, I wrote no diaries, you will not be able to read of my prior feelings, My family came with me, and cannot verify anything I say, My village no longer exists, and neither do my neighbours, The only people who could...
