Winter holds me, a cold grip on my throat, but different than summer the pressure stays at that, breaks no bones, kills in a gentle...

At first, it’s the leaves; they fall and fall so silently, like drizzle making way for sun. The animals don’t bother, for the leaves...

A book was all I carried in my hands, in my mind were all the memories I collected of places beyond the horizon, strange like the...

Rain becomes more frequent, sheets of clouds sitting above us, and in the morning the fog is persistent. By noon it has cleared, the...

Deep blue it is down here, bubbles rise and fall, sunlight barely comes to attend us— just a whale floating through that oddity, that...

The wind rarely rises, unless you count the ghosts, roaming ruthlessly when autumn invites the cold. Pumpkin heads everywhere, ward off...

We all have atmospheres surrounding us, keeping us safe from the harsh radiation originating from others' souls. It's a quiet place or...

A moment in time, a window full of light, contrail streets to the south, a sparrow storm racing by — fleeting from one tick to the next,...

Uranus, Neptune, your blues are so serene I always forget how stormy you truly are. From space, Earth looks like a glum rock with its...

A moon gazer sits by herself in the sound of the waterfall. Like a marble the satellite watches how tiny humans go to sleep. Our gentle...

Fractal through the vast expanses of space the silence of falling dust in interstellar space from the heliosphere and beyond like Voyager...

On the shore of the river of time I stand by myself, ripples on the surface, life in the grave where everyone is bound to go one day, a...

I’m dreaming of voyages to far places, where I’m a stranger to build my identity and can discover without confines — all those voices...

Her beauty was a lost relict with the sunrise, having left like an orizuru into the death of the palpable night. She was a child of the...

She is a tornado of cherry blossoms, deep red mixed with pale rosy, mixing gentleness into the chaotic floods. When clouds clear she is...

I. Biting Wind Unfrozen, the river flows on to the gentle breeze of February. I’m unknown in these parts of the country, a fleeting...