Poetry
Midautumn
By morning the lanterns hung sobbing, their colours puddling like dew in the carpet grass, the fresh breeze rattled their wood. One or two had burnt up, left metal racks behind. The frangipani lifts its Read more…
Poetry
The sky, the sea, the dog
The big sky laps the wooden planks, string bean poles hold nothing but themselves, sticking out like a ratted wall on both sides, it and its reflection. The sea is something spiritual to me, said Read more…
Poetry
Rokujō
I can imagine the look on her face now filled with fright as something clutches her from somewhere out of nowhere, catching in her throat, just as you enter her, the look on your face Read more…