Tankainsomnia 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 目を覚まし さくさくつもる ...
Poetry
Tanka
PoetryA library
a pond of imagination the silence of paging the smell of ink.
PoetryA body in the well
I looked down in the well Where I cannot see the bottom Where you are sleeping
Haikuthe 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...
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...
BlogWriting 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...
PoetryYou 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 You can'...
PoetryA Looming City
I was waiting for a bus and it happened
BlogWhen 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...
BlogCan 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...
HaikuFireplace #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
PoetryWhere 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, the ...
ProseBlue Stories
“C’était bleu. Complètement bleu.” said the French guy, after he had swum with the dolphins. As soon as he had seen a bi...
ProseMy Favourite Sound when Sleeping
The sound of the sea, The wave that is coming and going, Randomly, repeatedly, Which washes out my mind.
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
Proseabout 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...
PoetryYou always forget what you have in your pockets
You always forget what you have in your pockets, because you have a lot of deep pockets. Tissue, coins, receipts, and cl...