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
Poetry
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...
Poetry A library
a pond of imagination
the silence of paging
the smell of ink.
Poetry A body in the well
I looked down in the well
Where I cannot see the bottom
Where you are sleeping
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...
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 ...
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...
Poetry A Looming City
I was waiting for a bus
and it happened
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
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...
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...
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.
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
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
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...
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, ...
Poetry Poison 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