Mooning

MOONING When will the moon shine like this again? I lift my wine cup, questioning the heavens. Who knows – in the palace of the sky, time is kept, and told differently… I want to glide back home on the wind, but the high jade turrets, the cold’s fierce clutch Read more…

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 face to the bluegrey dawn and remembers the night of the autumn moon, its branches Read more…

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 the round woman, on the dark-sand beach. The dog we watch with a wary eye Read more…

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 printed in her eye. In there, in that eye, you will see my face, my Read more…