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...
Poetry
Prose 
Haiku A frozen forest — a Haiku
A frozen forest,
Only the hearts are warm of
wild animals
氷の森 なお熱き野生の 心の臓
Haiku snowshoes — a Haiku
snowshoes
squeaky sound follows
coyotes' trace
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雪靴を 鳴らしてたどる コヨーテの跡
Haiku Fireplace #2 暖炉 — a Haiku
flame in stove
vermilion breathe
waves of heat
暖炉の火 朱色の呼吸 熱波形
Poetry Another night in Insomnia
we are fish
swimming in the alcoholic sea
we are the most beautiful
being exaggerated in the bottom
fluorescen...
Poetry My favourite photo on the wall
My favourite photo on the wall
which makes me smile every time I look up at it,
where we never get old anymore.
...
Poetry A night in “Insomnia”
If cannot sleep,
Go to "insomnia"
which is in the middle of the slope.
He will ask,
What do you wanna drink?
I will...
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
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 ...
Essay Writing poems may be a good approach when you start creative writing in a non-native language.
I have been writing in English, which is my second language, since the end of 2018. I first started blogging, but what I...
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
This is one of my favourite fiction stories written in Japanese; ‘The Moon over the Mountain’ (Japanese title: 山月記Sanget...