Whispering on Mothers’ Day, a day before my birthday.
Jubliee towards reconciliation.
As by loom, I do take to weave: Golden straw? Starlit sheen.
For we who dwell upon our Earth.
For those who stayed, for those who go.
Blood is life and life is blood.
Anniversary present for me, as a poem.
For your birthday.
The Star in tarot, a letter for you
Poems on current and ideal living spaces.
Transcription of “Lost in Thoughts All Alone,” according to my audial perception.
Poem from the perspective of a lunar princess.