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  Strange Fruit “If this is justice I’m a banana,” I remember this being said and I liked the sound of it humour and pathos   combined incongruously. So sometimes I used those words to express how I was feeling in various situations. But strangely the oddness, and incongruity of the expression impressed no one. So I moved on to express myself with different words,   forgot about it, until now when the sight of a banana hanging singly by it’s stem on a hook not made for the purpose (how could it be?), made me realise that the banana, a fruit with no juice and usually no seeds, is always incongruous always out of place wherever it appears. https://theliterarynest.org/issues/volume-8-issue-3/lynn-white/
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  Off The Wall “Ceci n’est pas de la soupe de tomates” Magritte might have said with irony. But even off the wall   straight from the can   the same may be said! And language spills out with the contents. “Quelle horreur!”   say the gourmets in French. But Warhol was as American as Magritte was Belgian. Irony on irony. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/04/14/off-the-wall-by-lynn-white/
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  Haunting Everything feels new fresh refreshed like a meadow blooming after gentle rain. I tell myself that’s how I feel refreshed by gentle rain not battered by a storm. Sometimes   I almost believe it, believe that I’ve left the past behind, our past with it’s sunshine and shadows. I try to see the sun but it’s so bright   I have to close my eyes and that’s when the tears fall. That’s when the shadows return to haunt me. I hope   sometimes they will be haunting you. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/02/28/haunting-by-lynn-white-2/
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  As The River Flows The river flows by but doesn’t carry me with it as I sit solidly on the bank side watching my reflection fragmenting and reforming. It can’t carry away my reflection either, can only move it around, destroy and recreate it with a bit of a breaking backdrop which, on reflection tells me little about   where I am, or who, or why. It leaves me behind. It always will, unless I enter and let it   float me away. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/03/17/as-the-river-flows-by-lynn-white/
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The Sad Man I take my hat off to him the sad man of the leafy suburbs always smartly dressed dapper old fashioned smart carrying   all our problems   with all his silent grief on pinstriped shoulders. We all took our hats off to him that sad man, as we played in the streets as we grew older as we changed while he stayed the same still silent still carrying all those problems all that grief that we never understood. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/04/07/the-sad-man-by-lynn-white/
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  Stripy Jerseys There were a lot of ragwort plants around the library. Some were bare of leaves and covered with orange and black stripy jersey caterpillars. Others were lush and green with leaves and devoid of caterpillars. As usual the family planning strategy of the cinnabar moth left much to be desired. I began to transfer them carefully from the leafless to the lush. I stood back to admire my achievement, momentarily disconcerted when a rather stern looking stranger asked what I was doing. I explained. “Huh”, she said, “I’ve been doing the same over the other side. I though it was only me who does this.” It was a strange way to begin a friendship but it lasted all her life. I think maybe I should go to the grave in the woodland, where her body lies and scatter a few ragwort seeds. Maybe the moths will come each year and make   a living memorial. She would like that, I think. https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2026/04/09/stripy-jerseys-by-lynn-white-bugs-insects-serie...
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