Sowing Seeds
The salty wings of the spring night In flight took away the man
Sowing Seeds
The salty wings of the spring night
In flight took away the man
The man who forgot the woman at home
Landing in the field chasing the echo of green
From the chest of the god of the house and the god of the stove curls up
Even today, the sweet smoke of cooking
It is difficult to envelop all things
Oh, the art of peace again
Turning toward the beacon of the earth
O gray seed in the black furrow
You overtake me, you forgive me
Cherry Blossoms
We went to see the flowers together
We went to see the flowers together with drums
Fortunately it didn't rain
Fortunately, the blossoms were not rain
We sat under the flowering trees and took pictures
Each one speaks his own language
The French like to say love
Closer to me saying hello
Spring is warm and sunny
There is no need to be sad
You and I are invisible things
One word can say it all
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklyabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
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