A Childhood

she likes flowers 

she says 

she sees my color

so bright 

that i have many

vivid hues

sparkling like light

on a rainbow

after a downpour

she likes roses

she says

she doesn’t like thorns

when the storms

of life are coming 

and she cares

too much about them 

but I ignore them

like they never happened

like storms don’t visit our house.

she becomes increasingly

vulnerable as flowers do too 

i still ignore them

I awakened

with a start

they walked away 

from our garden

i laid tears in bed all night

by Naka Nono

30 Phrases

looking completely

terrified the brave

young lady and

her hungry young man

were on the run 

hands, shaking

close friends arrested and

executed for their beliefs 

but we were not left

to die alone in prison,

with no blood and pain.

war put their friendship right

and peace with an outcome

of courage put to the test

retained with a good night’s sleep

lonely was she when she did not 

have someone in her life. 

others reflected her emotional

feeling and hope was her

greatest gift when she 

faced life’s hardest battles 

that helped us settle 

our disagreements

on a tiny battery-powered 

transistor radio

     by Rika Kishaba 

LIke a Dream

I stand on the ground

and see a girl before me crying 

we were racing around, playing 

and I took her off to her teacher 

after a while we would run around

again smiling 

in the long haul we are running with

many many friends

I remember that experience 

like a vivid dream

by Ayari Taira

Beautiful Place

there are sounds still  

even when I close

my eyes I can hear

them there in the sand 

white and shining where 

there is a whole world 

of creatures always changing 

moving, living in the small

homes where I feel and see them

beneath me on the beach

by Ayari Taira

A Special Place

sparing time

between classes

i venture to the rooftop

on a sunny day

i lie on the ground

hear the songs of birds in trees

and feel the comfortable wind

on a rainy day

i go to the limit of the roof

and hear the soft sound of rain

the roof is a wonderful

place where I become

alone and can face myself

calmly

                by Yuka Kinjo

A Furry Ball

a tiny missing ball

appeared from nowhere

its tail wagging

face smiling, looking at me

bouncing about like a furry ball

brimming with curiosity

climbed upon my lap

wanting me to take her home

and I

unable to resist

embraced her

on the way back

             by Itsuki Ari

The House in Hateruma

a red tiled roof made of red clay

over our brown house

hedged with happiness trees

a rusty mailbox painted but faded red

a deep inactive well in the back 

near the forest undergrowth 

birds singing as though to greet us

when the sun would peek over the horizon

passing language in the inner room

the wind flowing through the smiling trees

spreads the smell of the mosquito coils 

                         by Itsuki Ari 

The Sun and Sunflower

In the early morning dew

where a girl

sitting on the bare earth

with no one else but her

she was so alone

she lowered her eyes every night

just like the night before

but only one man could

encourage her when he

came to her every morning 

he was wrapped

in a gray blanket

each night so

they could not meet

in the nocturnal hours

as the blanket had so many

tiny holes

in the new silence

some birds broke into song

and the blanket turned blue

and finally the cover faded away

and he showed his face

and brightened her smile

he always came

and showed her

his glaring face

at the start

of each new day 

and made her

happy every morning

he was sure

to come tomorrow too


         by Hikaru Higa

Memory with Grandpa

I remember

every Sunday

I visited Grandpa

old and gray

I remember

he lived

in a small white house

whose brightness

dazzled my eyes

where other

elderly people stayed

I remember

always taking walks

in a lovely garden 

nearby

with Grandpa 

where birds

in branches of trees

sang and  

butterflies fluttered

with wings like flower petals

I remember always

pushing his green wheelchair

and talking to him 

but he said 

nothing

but a smile

I can never see him again

can never push

his wheelchair

but

remember 

the days

spent with Grandpa


            by Hikaru Higa