WATER DEAD   “This is the ditch water putrid and despair, not a breath of the cool breeze ruffles. Better to throw even rusted iron and copper pieces, and without remorse even the leftovers of the meal. Perhaps the copper pieces they want to become as green as jade, and tin cans embroidering some petal peach blossom; let the anointed …

  WAIT FOR “Always, you are. The whole world revolves around incomplete words, I can write, for wait.” (Delicate Arch)

SEPTEMBER “An expanse of wild flowers, the prairie where we are witnessing the death of every spirit. And wind, dating back to distant places, even more far away places. My moan is soft sound of tightrope without any tears. The distance of faraway places that I return to the prairie. One is called Horse head, one is called Ponytail. My …

DOVES “Doves from the roof of the pagoda the petals of cherry trees fall in the spring wind. Write my song on their wings. “ (Akiko Yosano)

“Sur mes refuges détruits   Sur mes phares écroulés   Sur les murs de mon ennui   J’écris ton nom. “               “Sui miei rifugi distrutti  Sui miei fari crollati  Sui muri del mio tormento  Scrivo il tuo nome.” “On my shelters destroyed    On my headlights collapsed    On the walls of my …