the gardener
Taro’s head jerks up when the door slides open. He has been dozing, his greying muzzle resting on his paws. …
Taro’s head jerks up when the door slides open. He has been dozing, his greying muzzle resting on his paws. …
I’m sitting in the airport, waiting to board the plane that will take me home. All the words and stories …
So this is America, he thought. He breathed the air deeply; it was intoxicating after the long hours spent in …
This is a story that I have told myself so many times. You always said it didn’t happen like this; …
How are you doing Emi? Your papa’s in Japan now, but he’s thinking about you every day. Of course, we …
Suppress your love Suppress desire Compress a life Till life expires Hold your breath In pinched denial Complexity Live in …
Noise and light from the street leaked into the room, echoing brazen calls and dancing neon shadows. The day was …
“My dad was born in 1947 in Japan, in a rice farming district outside Wakayama city. His family was poor; …
Sharp words have been spoken. They linger in the house; they still echo and reverberate. They should not have been …
His spectacles slipped down the sweat-slick slope of his nose again. With a sigh, he took them off and carefully …
The chair had looked deceptively well-cushioned when he had sat down. He had been waiting for over an hour, and …
“That’s very nice,” said Eilonwy, “but I can’t imagine why knowledge, truth and love should be so much a secret.” …
“He was all alone and nothing seemed to be real in solitude. He needed somebody, anybody, to talk to, he …