Sick Day (Poetry)

The tiniest tickle in my throat / makes everything seem / impossible

Rain (Poetry)

Streaks on a window / damp air sticks to my face / and I worry about my hair.

Warmer (Poetry)

A quiet heat seeps in / and we sweat until we find / relief.

The Only Constant (Poem)

I am layered and finessed with / years and philosophy, / doctrine and ideology, / youth and sexuality.

Second Language (Poetry)

Stumbles and drops / Smiles and thick accents / They try / And that means the world

Uncaged (Poetry)

Confined and restricted / After years of being uncaged / There's always been a part of me / Where a war has been waged...

Betraying Myself (Poetry)

An ache of betrayal / But you were never mine / A shiver of fear / That you will forget me / like so many others...

Half-Crushed (Horror Short)

On the footpath, among the leaves: a beetle, half crushed, with dried yellow ooze squished out from the stress tear in its side. The other half intact and whole, wing spread in preparation for the flight that never came. It must have been run over by a passing cyclist. Anna picked up a twig and … Continue reading Half-Crushed (Horror Short) →

Like Morning (Poetry)

Her smile breaks / small and sincere / like morning...

Spring in Japan: Life and Hanami

After five months of oppressive cold, spring has finally arrived in Japan. To someone from the southern hemisphere, the idea of starting the year in April confuses me greatly. Especially because we had an end of year party in December. In March we had an end of school year party followed a week later by … Continue reading Spring in Japan: Life and Hanami →