Line art of a person dressed in traditional Japanese kimono, sitting on the ground, holding a calligraphy brush and a scroll.

Senryu

The old sheepdog sleeps.

Puppies herd fallen leaves

and call it a flock.

— August 25, 2026

One wolf breaks the line.

Moonlight turns to the wild.

The pack reads the night.

— August 25, 2026

Rain lifts umbrellas.

The sidewalk changes its rules.

Strangers share a roof.

— August 4, 2026

Keys hide by the door.

We map yesterday’s actions

and probe deep in coats.

— July 25, 2026

Toasts jump from the slots.

Planned events still surprise us.

Butter races the clock.

— July 18, 2026

Phones screen light at dawn.

Our thumbs repeat old methods.

Reflection still waits.

— July 10, 2026

Coffee cools untouched.

We redraw the whole workflow.

The spoon changes roles.

— July 1, 2026

Art enters the room

before meaning has its shoes

properly tied.

— June 19, 2026

The line curves left

because I made a mistake

with confidence.

— May 31, 2026

The old garden rule

says not to scare the house.

The house agrees.

— May 23, 2026

The board is arrayed.

The bad move rests in the cell

assigned by the player.

— May 21, 2026

New lamps, timeless wicks.

Medieval embers still sign

in present-day flame.

— May 13, 2026

Pot above the street.

No blow yet, but all below it

walk under a claim.

— May 6, 2026

Signs flood every desk.

Meaning wanders through the halls.

Method counts the doors.

— May 6, 2026

White chalk on the board.

Every arrow looks certain

until someone speaks.

— April 30, 2026