How to stoke a flame
Like a draft, His chilling hands slink in through the cracks of our coils,
and husks us away. No coincidence
Takuboku Tanka #1
はたらけど
はたらけど猶わが生活楽にならざり
ぢっと手を見る
I work
and I work,
but life gets no better;
I look fixedly at my hands.
Hako Yamasaki: Help Me
Translation
Piece: Help Me
Writer: Hako Yamasaki
Learn about many kinds of things
And many kinds of people.
If you
Yakozen: Tokyo Momiji
Translation
Piece: Tokyo Autumn Leaves
Writer: Pistol Takehara
Lately I'm seeing nothing but dreams of you,
and waking
On Writing & The Body
Spit still gathers on the tip of my tongue when I yawn,
deciding whether it should drop off the end.
Kyushu Girl
* Girl walking her dog in Yoshii town
* She stopped to smile as I walked nearby
* Full disclosure: I may be
Autumn Haiku 2016
Sun seeps through the fog.
It warms the dewy concrete path
And the slick brown leaves.
My hands finally feel
The Hour That Stretches
* The Hour That Stretches
* Read no longer goes on due to illness of the former host
* This reader stunned the
Autumn Haiku 2015
I watch the sun set,
sinking, red, just past the clouds,
Grandma on my mind.
Guided by the bright
colors
Fukuoka Frog Window
* In the Yoshimatsu household, in a town called Yoshii.
* Cicadas audible at all times; more frogs than you can count