Cliff
When I shouted “Damn it!” with all my strength toward the sea, at last a deep-blue horizon came into view. In the bulging biceps of gleaming white thunderclouds, surely the future…
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A Seasonal Almanac
Turning the pages of a seasonal almanac— a late night of falling leaves. Now, silence; mountains lie darkly recumbent.
Poetry Collection: Shion
Shion If you belong to a quiet world, the fireworks of the night sky are shooting stars; the tiny waves at the water’s edge, the sea foam, vanish into dreams. If you belong t…
“Mirai” Anthology of Deceased Poets (9): Isao Akimura
“Mirai” Anthology of Deceased Poets (9) Excerpts selected by Minoru Komeiji Isao Akimura He died on 一九九〇年七月四日, at the age of 五七. He succeeded Yasushi Wagatsuma as the writer of “Mi…
The Assassin’s Eyes
Because I awakenfrom the drowsiness of a midday dream,there stands Magritte,the assassin’s shadow. In the lashing rain you stand motionless; leaves of words fluttering, flutt…