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About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at

Alzheimer Disease

Your memory once excellent, is now faulty. Checking your little shoulder bag, you count the things in it: your I.D., your reading glasses, a notebook and pen. They are all there. Your coat? You are wearing it. You smile. When … Continue reading

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Mister Nobody

I met him several years ago while seated ta adjacent tables in Sapporo’s pedestrian underground. I was reading a book, and he was sleeping with his head resting on a big black bag. Waking, he looked up, and we smiled. … Continue reading

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Why did these men in black steal my house with all my things in it, saying my house is theirs, that it belonged to their family before it belonged to mine? How could that be, as my great-grandfather Hamid built … Continue reading

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Old love

How long has it been? Looking back, so much has happened since we met sixty years ago when you were twenty and I was sixteen. We married one year later in the village church, with everyone gathered around — aunts, … Continue reading

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Little one

Who are you, little one, and where is your mother? Are you lost, or just exploring, as my children used to do? Is that your mother I hear calling? It must be, as you cock your head, turn and go. … Continue reading

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Being old

Being old happens when you live long enough, the hair on your head turning white or falling out; your steps, once confident, falter, so you carry a cane with a spike on the end so when the snow falls and … Continue reading

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In nature, even the smallest things are beautiful.  

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