the things i still remember
Daydream・August 10, 2020・Full Text
The piece is a meditation on the things we remember about the people we’ve loved and lost. Memories can be altered, and they can fade away to nearly nothing; their meaning can also change with situation and time. In order to maintain our memories, we often rely on writing – and for many people, this is why we write. It is certainly one of the reasons I write, though not the only reason; but how adequate can writing ever be?
Epilogue (Part V)
Prose-Poetry・August 11, 2020・Full Text
This prose-poem is about metaphors becoming reality. As time passes, this transformation seems to occur more and more often, and sometimes without us realizing it. What happens when figures of speech become fact? They were always true, but truth and fact are different things. More on this theme can be seen in patterns of succession.
Tanka・August 12, 2020・Full Text
In some situations, we become hollow and empty – not numb exactly, but there is a sense that our bodies are suddenly just containers with nothing inside them. Both physical and mental health can trigger this effect. Most of the time, we are so full of ourselves that we don’t realize how small and fragile we truly are.
Tanka・August 13, 2020・Full Text
Some people are alive without truly living. We float from one day to the next, waiting for something meaningful to us – even death – to come by. After we lose our loved ones, I think it is particularly easy for humans to become living spirits like this.
Tanka・August 14, 2020・Full Text
I think everyday people don’t realize how much power they truly have when they work together. When it comes to politics, for example, a lot of people don’t vote or don’t really follow the politics of their nation or region because they feel that their vote doesn’t actually matter in the grand scheme of things. But there is something incredible in collective action, I think, something really powerful and transformative.
patterns of succession
Free Verse・August 15, 2020・Full Text
This piece is a reflection on and reaction to the Arctic fires occurring right now. I think it’s one of my best recent poems; I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out. There are a lot of smaller messages and themes contained within it, but if I had to point out only one thing, I would suggest readers to give some thought to the poem’s title and how it relates to the content of the verses. The connection is ambiguous, but it has a lot of meaning.