Haiku A 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 Dec 2, 2019 Haiku
Tanka insomnia 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... Dec 1, 2019 Tanka
Poetry A body in the well I looked down in the well Where I cannot see the bottom Where you are sleeping Nov 21, 2019 Poetry
Haiku the 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... Nov 21, 2019 Haiku
Poetry A 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 ... Nov 20, 2019 Poetry
Poetry You 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 Yo... Nov 19, 2019 Poetry
Haiku Fireplace #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 Nov 13, 2019 Haiku
Poetry Where 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... Nov 11, 2019 Nov 18, 2019 Poetry
Prose Blue Stories “C’était bleu. Complètement bleu.” said the French guy, after he had swum with the dolphins. As soon as he had seen a b... Nov 10, 2019 Nov 18, 2019 Prose
Prose My Favourite Sound when Sleeping The sound of the sea, The wave that is coming and going, Randomly, repeatedly, Which washes out my mind. Nov 7, 2019 Nov 18, 2019 Prose
Poetry My 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 Nov 6, 2019 Nov 13, 2019 Poetry
Poetry Camellia’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 Nov 6, 2019 Nov 11, 2019 Poetry
Prose about 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... Nov 5, 2019 Nov 14, 2019 Prose
Poetry You 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, ... Nov 5, 2019 Nov 18, 2019 Poetry
Poetry Poison 毒 — a poem The poison which you have set my fingers, my feet, my hands, my face calmly fulfilling like the tide Nov 4, 2019 Nov 11, 2019 Poetry
Poetry 罠 — A Trap there were lips, which don’t belong to me, A ripped apple, just before rotten Nov 3, 2019 Nov 18, 2019 Poetry