Poetry Gallery
Each piece begins as a poem — words that echo through the soul. Then, through art, those echoes become something you can see, touch, and wear.
Where blossoms learn to speak
Adult Man
The lead, laced with pretty gold dust, snapped—...
As If Spring Truly Come
Only when the car passed through the creatureless...
Before the Full Summer
When things that surge begin to dry, crackling...
Beginning of Autumn
All the cicadas today— turned to cold silence....
Coming home
On overcast days, plans to wash the long-abandoned...
False Spring
Murmuring— days rushing past like low-saturated paintings. What...
Funeral of a Friend
It shouldn’t have been such a clear autumn...
Honey Ginger Tea
On the ride home, I watched the giant...
Late Summer Night
Shops closed. Lights still on. A vagabond edged...
Moon, Hushing Spring
The lake within the lake flows quiet. The...
Obituary: I
when we speak of these things we employ...
Oh, We Who Drift Through the 22nd Century
Silent, suspended celestial bodies move on, untouched, indifferent—...
On a Memory of Dissociation
He once spoke of his first dissociative memory:...
Resurrection
after the mode of Joyce in Ulysses And...
Spring Dream
In the next spring— sweat beading beneath quiet...
Terminus: Sheshan, Though We Never Meant to Reach It
Office buildings staring at each other— long and...
That Summer
All of father’s inheritance traded for gold. On...
Ward Corridor
Opposite me— a short male doctor asking a...
Wednesday Evening
No sight of the frail black cat today....
Westline Logbook
Descent: approximately 732.5 meters below sea level. Control...
When the Cat Is Away, We Walk by Each Other’s Lake
The cat has left. The door— tightly locked....