A morning stroll through woodlands still dark, unblessed by light of dawn, and the birds are singing her welcome to their realm. Leaf snow falls upon her head, to her feet, joining pine cones and other debris to crunch beneath... Continue Reading →
Sheets tangled, intertwined with feet, skin thus clothed and unclothed by fabric and the cool air of the morning. Room an awakening to the night just passed, only remnant the glass his lips had touched.
Frail leaf, even its shadow trapped, imprisoned in the tangled web, aided by bodiless breeze - useless. The sun rises further; leaf quivers on into dust. The lady smiles.
Eager fingertips squeeze buds so quickly aged, nails pinching into brown petals, scattering black and shiny beetles, so many a cloud, near-swarm, of insects springs for safety from curious hands, mud-streaked skin backdrop to spray of vernal colour, rainbow hues,... Continue Reading →
Strings played with passion, elation of masochistic edge pressed into skin - expression, impression physical of artistry, music of the spheres. Her heartbeat elevates. Each painful shift pleasures, keens interpretation. Her body responds, relaxes into performance of the piece, audience... Continue Reading →
“The flower shop man dreams of happiness for the flowers he sold.” The poems of Taisho era writer Misuzu Kaneko (née Teru, 1903-1930) have become the subject of a new children’s book. Are You An Echo? is the creation of... Continue Reading →
It’s thrilling to hear that South Korea is becoming a more prominent player on the global literary scene. As a fan of Japanese literature, this expanded acceptance of an Eastern written culture quite different from the West’s standards is heartening... Continue Reading →