stormy picnic –
baby frog splashing
in the wine mug
the soul of clay,
in a jug, a cup, a pit –
no one is alone
stormy picnic –
baby frog splashing
in the wine mug
the soul of clay,
in a jug, a cup, a pit –
no one is alone
Rustling shadows
Day after day, after day, after day, until one day…
And then, not even a day goes by and someone
(someone else) comes to clean up the place…
Few garbage bags: our memories.
rustling shadows –
an origami crane
through the shredder
Snowflake
One fine day, when you will see a single snowflake, it will not be a sign of winter coming, but of me being close to you.
Alzheimer’s –
the purest snow is nothing
but masked mud
I, you, we…
The shell that once hurt your sole, I’ve kept it ever since with me; a red drop on my neckline…
I keep trying to find my way, and as I don’t, I go back to the sea and ask about you. But the sea, pushed away by alluvial soils, is no longer where I left it.
Same as you…
Or me?
I, you, we –
some sand that settles
in the central void
Jodie Hawthorne
King River Press - owner, publisher, editor
beach concert –
shells, seaweed, dolls
take the stage
stormy picnic –
baby frog splashing
in the wine mug
Edited by Ban’ya Natsuishi
sat abandonat –
la ușa mănăstirii,
covoraș nou
abandoned village –
at the monastic entrance,
a new doormat
2
duminică –
zi de mers la pescuit
deșeuri
Sunday –
time to go fishing
the waste
3
apă tulbure –
luna încâlcindu-se
într-o perucă
murky water –
the moon tangling
in a wig
4
ploaie subțire –
umbra ce zăcea uscată
deschide gura
light rain –
the drying shadow
opens its mouth
5
ziua-n care marea
te-ar păstra doar pentru ea –
curenți de retur
would keep you only for itself –
rip currents
6
experiment –
lăsați de către Ghid
în fundătură
experiment –
left by the Guide
in a dead end
7
flori virtuale –
fluturii mai stau un timp
în crisalidă
virtual flowers –
butterflies stay a bit longer
in their chrysalis