realism

who knew that you could feel

body

my personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media 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...

Anastasia

It is deathly silent. No one dares make a single sound. Movement is out of the question. They stand, petrified into stillness; waiting. Their numbers far exceed the hundreds. Noblemen, merchants and beggars alike; countless faces: upturned and expectant. All eyes fixed in fearful veneration on a large, raised pl...

Summer Rain Song

The night air is charged, it seems, With the undisguisable current of centuries of unharnessed ferocity And you stand, transfixed and trembling, Watching as dazzling streaks of white light split the sky apart and illuminate, in sporadic, breath-taking glimpses, The majesty of the Earth at war

that japanese poetry

a place for all that japanese poetry i love so much and plan to write lots of 221017 - (and suddenly this is not only a japanese poetry collection anymore)