A Kernel of Truth
We are the compute power that runs the universe.
You heard that right. The answer to the age-old question "if
Summer Tanka 2022 #2
The monstera of
the teahouse has just three leaves,
But the ten propagations of pothos
dangle down from the
This one has a unique wordplay. The Japanese for "Cross" and "Is it Ten O'Clock?" are nearly homophones ("Juujika" or じゅうじか; Kanji: 十字架 and 十時か). During the chorus, he transitions from the former, to a vague pronunciation (and phonetic spelling) that could be interpreted either way, and then to...
For Irish Blood
We have so many phrases involving digging. Gandhi: "To forget how to dig the earth and tend the soil
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
Yakozen: Tokyo Momiji
Piece: Tokyo Autumn Leaves
Writer: Pistol Takehara
Lately I'm seeing nothing but dreams of you,
and waking up hurts
On Writing & The Body
Spit still gathers on the tip of my tongue when I yawn,
deciding whether it should drop off the end.
Autumn Haiku 2016
Sun seeps through the fog.
It warms the dewy concrete path
And the slick brown leaves.
My hands finally feel
Autumn Haiku 2015
I watch the sun set,
sinking, red, just past the clouds,
Grandma on my mind.
Guided by the bright