Prose
Prose
Prose 
Prose A road to the snake tree: a poem
Do you know the snake tree?
It used to be the bottom of the river, which is dried out in every dry season. It will be...
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.
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...