Monthly Archives: February 2015

It is said it snowed somewhere in the distance, that news I read from a poem. Outside the window, winter is leaving. Has it ever been snow here? it seems to be, but I don’t notice. There was a heavy … Continue reading →

Hearing the thump of a bowling ball, Kenji Goto turned pale, the sound reminded him of the rumble of shelling in Iraq. ~If a person has a fierce reaction on a small matter, it is often not because of the … Continue reading →

The boundless plain is fringed with stars hanging low; The moon upsurges with the river on the flow. Think of this poem and draw the picture with the SketchBook app. On a clear night between summer and autumn, the remote … Continue reading →