Autumn Words
晴空一鹤排云上， 便引诗情到碧霄。 A crane soars above the clouds and soars high, Lifts my poetic heart up to the azure sky. — Liu Yuxi 刘禹锡 (772-842)
Keep readingMoonlight in the Lotus Pond
Moonlight flows like water, quietly pouring over leaves and flowers. A thin blue mist rises from the lotus pond. The leaves and blossoms seem rinsed in milk, or like a dream veiled in the lightest gauze. — Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948)
Keep readingThe Messenger
The messenger fractures the dawn,arriving without a message.Light is stranded in the hollow of the collarbone.We watch the moment rehearse its own extinctionFlame alone, the compass;Sparks alone, our stories. –Jujube
Keep readingThe Sea
I need the sea because it teaches me.I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,or only its harsh voice or its shiningsuggestion of fishes and ships.The fact is that until I fall asleep,in some magnetic way I move inthe university of the waves. — Pablo Neruda
Keep readingWait
The beast of night, lost in silence.In its eyes, an unnamed sea.The boy’s breath settles among mossThe compass sleeps inside the backpack. We sit side by side,a footnote to the forest,waiting for a shooting starto point the wayto the spring we lost. –Jujube
Keep readingRoom
The window hold the chill outside,Muted red and gray-blue laze upon the bed,clinging to the warmth she left behind.Books bear the weight of her thoughts,growing in every direction. The orange cat kneads silence into a ball,and buries it deep inside a purr. — Jujube
Keep readingBird
The moon dictates the palette.Bare branches write down the theme.Time thins to a single breath.Only a red note,a small refusal,betrays the world’s lingering warmth. –Jujube
Keep readingAfternoon Tea
the ceramic holds its breathlet the flowers define the airsweetened conversationslinger in the shadowsasking the empty chairswho decideswhat moment lasts –Jujube
Keep readingEarly Winter Woods
The early winter woods are a letterTorn open by the windScript scatters on the groundShifting, recombiningSunlight hesitates among the branchesWeaving threads of grayTrying to string together a plotOnly to readTwo silent ellipses — Jujube
Keep readingLight on Water
In the hush of shadows,the pond tries to rememberwho it was mirroring. Like the white and red blooms,we live for a moment of illumination—then returnto where light cannot follow. — Jujube
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