They were just hungry. They didn't want diamonds, naturally, they didn't hope glittering money in their pocket. They ran through the town and ordered chicken burgers at the counter of diner. … [Read more...]

The seasons are similar to a Merry-Go-Round. On the beach during the winter, a chill breeze reminds the wagon a cry. It's an ecstatic scream of delight in the summer. … [Read more...]

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I'm interested in pushing the envelope, if that's possible in this day & age. I've been most influenced by the visionary genius, Dick Higgins, a major pioneer of the intermedia aesthetic. As such, I … [Read more...]

"borders" is one of a series of visual poems gathered together under a working title of [sic]. Additional pieces can be found online at Coldfront and at h&.   … [Read more...]

Nobody knows the stories in the future. Only the first letters of the words forming part of phrases are what we can put on the lines. Well, let's look forward to what kind of stories will start … [Read more...]

The parade of the seasons is displayed on a monochrome screen. Transparent light, surface of the water, and white roses in a pot are rippling through the glass door. The seasons each recite … [Read more...]

It is a rainy day, there's no one in the forest. My right retina as a lens of camera shoots this scene. Left retina memorises this time. I remember that Roland Barthes called it "the punctum", … [Read more...]

When I'm sitting on the stairs of my apartment, I find some glittering bright flying objects in the night sky. These are not stars, it's clear. "L'Étranger" may be looking at me from outer space. I … [Read more...]

I'm not good at calculations. I don't know how many coins are in my pocket. I don't remember how many people encountered yesterday. Numbers are doomed to oblivion. … [Read more...]

"maybe" was first published by Chaudiere Books in April, 2015. … [Read more...]

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