Monday, August 10, 2020

A Gloomy Farewell

the shrill, strident signal screaming

in my ears striving to shatter

my eardrums a typical start to 

a new day hearing my bones crack

and creak insisting I vacate my bed

my mind murmuring to me

keep your eyelids sealed

downing my cold morning medicine

a chloroform to silence the murmur

I force myself to bid a gloomy farewell

to my warm blankets who had wrapped

me in comfort through the night



by Sakura Ishadoh

Going and Coming

my mom made in May
macaroni and cheese to
fatten me up and, as she said,
to layer my bones with meat

were i a seabird of prey
living above the ocean,
flying across the vast blue 
I would return to Okinawa
the green salty diamond
of the Pacific to tell the
next generation the fat will
be passed down forever
with our love for all those
who follow


by Asaka Gima

Thursday, January 30, 2020

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

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

The Real Friendship

here is a place for you and me a
special place for only us two where
we share a special bond that no one can see

they say that true friendship is rare
an adage I believe to be true
you are the best gift I have ever got
I am so lucky to have met you

when you're feeling blue I'll
be there for you when I'm
deeply hurt you'll be there for me


                  by Shion Takara

Best Friend

Eriko is funny
she is kind, cuddly
small like a bunny
so cute it makes you
go blind when I 
see her it is always
too sunny, I don't
see her a lot these days
but when we do meet
we plot, make future
plans roaming about town
in our mini-vans 


                        by Shion Takara

Friday, November 3, 2017

Nightmare | Mao Chinen

In the center of the black night
when the bone-white skeleton
suddenly appeared
in front of me
with no thumbs
he whispered
“Hello.”
and with a smile
like a devil in my ear

he slowly walked through
where a little child alone
in the dark lay
on a dreary city sidewalk
and I heard something
big and green chase
the child like a gloomy huge spider
seeking to catch its prey and suck

the life out of it
Memories | Mao Chinen

One Sunday morning
we were in the cozy little park
under some big twists
and turns in the trees
we played on the swing
rocking back and
forth like a pendulum
repeated endlessly
the yellow sun shined
on us when we looked
to our right
we could see
the blue-green ocean
and the waves coming
and going out
across the hot white sand
when we felt the fregrance
of the salt breeze
we don’t think anything
Autumn 2016  |  Mao Chinen

under the shade
of a stand
of big brown trees
the ground beneath
turned to yellow gold
and sunlight
disappeared earlier
as the air grew cold
dead leaves in the stairway
a girl wearing
a red wool sweater
came softly
without a sound
and tried
to hold them

Thursday, January 14, 2016

A Sad Man with a Broken Heart

by Ritsuki Kuninaka  
  
The other day, I read a story in the newspaper about a short fat man, crying in his Speedos. His name was John X, a citizen of Norway, and he was thirty-five years old. The story went on to say that he was a famous biologist in his home country. In 2006, he was awarded the Nobel Prize. But 2008, he was arrested by the FBI because he used his cell phone as a weapon against helpless microorganisms on a Petri dish in his laboratory. And he lost his job.

After he was released, he started studying about the penny. Because he loved pennies and he wanted to be a scholar like a biologist again. He had been thinking about what to study. Something hard was an ideal task for him. He collected a truck load of pennies and studied them very hard. Then he made many documents that were written about the penny's history. The process as to how pennies were made and so on. He knew he was going to write a striking book about this. He bet his life on the book to succeed again. The documents were very important for his future.

On a hot summer day, he went to Family Mart. When he was walking around Family Mart, he found a nice body woman outside of Family Mart who was eating the most expensive ice cream called, "before spring thaw melts Fuji-san's ice". An old man who was walking in front of the woman dropped his coins but he didn’t notice. She picked it up and passed it to him with a beautiful smile. At that moment John X's body became extremely heated by a burning passion, and he fell in love with her.

After he left Family Mart, he met his friend Lion, and John told him about the woman. He just talked about how she was beautiful. He had no information about her. He didn’t even know her name. In the middle of talking, Lion said, "oh probably it’s Kristine." Actually Lion was the woman's friend. He asked Lion about her a lot. According to his information, her name was Kristine. She was twenty-eight years old and rich. She came to Norway from London on her summer vacation. Now, she stayed at a five-star hotel. Lion said "we are having lunch at my house tomorrow. You should come. "

The next day, John X was at Lion’s house with Lion and Kristine. John felt happy to meet her again but also very nervous and couldn’t speak to her at all. But Lion made the lunch fun and close between John X and Kristine. After this lunch, John X and Kristine kept good relation for six months and they became a couple. After 2 years, he was ready to put on The Tuxedo and propose to her.

From this day, he started his new beautiful life. They took walks and talked of their undying love every day. But after a while, he noticed that she began to do some rather nasty deeds. She developed a seriously bad attitude. But he kept on loving her. She was the right person for him, he believed.

One Sunday morning, when he was eating sweet honey on toast with cinnamon, suddenly she came to him and said, "I've just got a new boyfriend. He is funny at making jokes. He is not like you. I was seeking a faithful man like you before. But I found you are really quite boring and make my days dreadfully so. My dream is to run away from these days so I don’t have to live in this Zombie land anymore."

At the time of her disappearance, he realized she had robbed hi of his penny’s documents. Actually Kristine Jones was a secret agent. She approached him to steal his documents and become rich. This meant that she took his future and the best memory in his life.


Today too, he is howling at one picture that is in her under a heavy wool black blanket and crying, bumping, pushing, pulling and pawing. He still mutters to himself, "She was like a beautiful blonde bombshell who exploded in my life."