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...
Poetry

A Looming City

I was waiting for a bus and it happened
Prose

A Button Snow

The light powdery snow which started falling down when I left home, had turned into wet flaky snow when I came out f...
Essay

When a poet gets transformed into a beast

his is one of my favourite fiction stories written in Japanese; ‘The Moon over the Mountain’ (Japanese title: 山月記Sangets...
Poetry

Once, I wanted to be a weaver

Once, I wanted to be a weaver. A weaver weaves their time, between warp and woof, spins the thread, dyes it t...
Blog

Can Poets survive on Medium?

Medium changed their system for calculating writer-earnings on 28th Oct. 2019, and the new system doesn't seem to work v...
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...
18.11.2019
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...
18.11.2019
Prose

A Dead Tree in the Wood

In spite of the beautiful weather, there was a thunder-like noise cracking in the air. It was only a single sound, and t...
11.11.2019
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