HaikuA winter draft – a Haiku
A winter draft Shakes window glasses Shining snow すきま風 ゆらして鳴る戸 雪あかり
Poetry
Haiku
Tankainsomnia snow不眠の雪 – a Tanka Poem
silent night counting my solitude quiet and busy over the windowsill piling up insomnia snow しんしんと 更ける夜半に 目を覚まし さくさくつもる ...
PoetryA library
a pond of imagination the silence of paging the smell of ink.
PoetryA body in the well
I looked down in the well Where I cannot see the bottom Where you are sleeping
Haikuthe Essence of Haiku poetry and my favourite Japanese Haiku poems
I love writing Haiku poetry in English, though I had never tried to write Haiku poems in Japanese before. Since I got an...
PoetryA Voice – a poem
I cannot hear your voice who is sleeping at the bottom of the water as calmly as the breaths of jasmine I'm like a small...
PoetryYou can’t sing
You can't hear because you close your ears the voice is floating in the air even the music is released, already You can'...
PoetryA Looming City
I was waiting for a bus and it happened
HaikuFireplace #1 暖炉の火— a Haiku
red flame never shapes the same ungrabbable 暖炉の火 同じ姿は 二度となく
PoetryWhere is My Creativity Coming From?
Every day, every week, every month, Plenty of things come and go, passing me by. The sight I see, the sound I hear, the ...
ProseBlue Stories
“C’était bleu. Complètement bleu.” said the French guy, after he had swum with the dolphins. As soon as he had seen a bi...
ProseMy Favourite Sound when Sleeping
The sound of the sea, The wave that is coming and going, Randomly, repeatedly, Which washes out my mind.
PoetryMy butterfly lied to me - ぼくの蝶: a poem
My butterfly lied to me with a flutter of glory angel with a faithful smile of ave maria
PoetryCamellia’s heads - 椿塚: a poem
I put camellia blossoms in a line on a silver stone counting the red one camellia, two camellias and again
Proseabout Writing Poetry: A Prose
When I was little, I was a quiet child as a stone. I didn't have enough words and vocabulary to tell what was going on i...
PoetryYou always forget what you have in your pockets
You always forget what you have in your pockets, because you have a lot of deep pockets. Tissue, coins, receipts, and cl...
PoetryPoison 毒 — a poem
The poison which you have set my fingers, my feet, my hands, my face calmly fulfilling like the tide
Poetry罠 — A Trap
there were lips, which don’t belong to me, A ripped apple, just before rotten