ProseA 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 fi...
Fiction
Prose
PoetryA body in the well
I looked down in the well Where I cannot see the bottom Where you are sleeping
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...
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
PoetryPoison 毒 — a poem
The poison which you have set my fingers, my feet, my hands, my face calmly fulfilling like the tide