In the years after the bombs fell, life as we knew it ceased to exist. Forgotten ways, people and places unrecognizably changed. A substitute world, a facsimile, a simulacra pastiching a reality we question ever was. We were. That much is true. But you aren't there, and I was never here.
Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions