Latest
“Central Line” Though I wait, no message comes; alone at Tokyo Station, the moon tilts. The train passes through the fields of the gods. In Ochanomizu, cicadas sing in…
Sweet sighs of a lovers’ tryst—chestnut blossoms, drenched through, the drops run down (Photo) Chestnut Blossoms
The night of revolution deepens; Gaspard rises suddenly, a bellflower. Sukhothai’s mist is deep; flowers of the night field should remain in the field as I go over the wave c…
Raise a light on the summit of Kilimanjaro. To offer hope to despair and love to hatred. — Nyerere, the first President of Tanzania
Alas— on Ishigaki Island, in an evening of white waves fading away, tinsagu flowers bloom upon the road of wandering. Where is that person? Is the world forever thus?
Explore
