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