it's all about me. tags. and mememe.
well...it's become a trend now...jump in...! or not, if you don't feel like it. the tag is the most casual of wattpad activities...…
that japanese poetry
a place for all that japanese poetry i love so much and plan to write lots of221017 - (and suddenly this is not only a japanese poetry collection anymore)…
parallaxis
parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a change in the observer's position that provides a new line of sight. the parallax of nearby stars caused by observing them from opposite points in earth's orbit around the sun is used in estimating the stars' distance from earth through triangulation. very few art works in this book belong to me.…
oceanswing
i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.…
noon time and other sorrows
no replies to comments in this book. thank you so much for reading.…
of zebras
of zebras - the love collection here, when i say i never want to be without you, somewhere else i am saying i never want to be without you again. and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever' ― bob hicok zebra embryos start out with a dark skin but go on to develop white stripes before birth…
shapes shift
i love the challenge of form poetry, especially the invented poetry types. it excites me to see what my words do to a form and vice versa. i love my personal stamp on it, because there it is, no matter what, one's very own distinct voice. i have wanted these in a separate collection for a long time and here it is.…
love letters from ruby
One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force.Vincent van Gogh, letter to his brother, July 1880(ruby's letters may be read in any order, but the oldest is no 1.)…
haiku/senryu
poems of course…
