At night asleep  Alison's dreams are scattered  across the bedroom wall  like grainy cine film    No sound from the  nocturnal soap opera,  just hum of Alison sleeping  against somnolent city rhythm    Amber streetlights  steal through red curtains,  waiting for insomnia cinema to begin    Alison's legs up and apart  reminder, we touch...

In these cracks of old foundation,sorrow sets like mortar—slow, sure, unseen.Each grain of grief, a silent stone,fixing memory to what remains. Rain seeps through years of gray dust,marks the ambiguous wall.What once was pliant earthnow hardens into permanence. Footsteps echo on...

In the hush between palms,steam pens its moist scripture—a rising breath of verdant silence. The bowl warms both hands,like remembered embrace;each sip, a slow return to cloister. Tatami sighs beneath the robe’s rustle,bamboo whisk murmurs devotion—froth of impermanence, foamed time. Outside a...