Free Verse
This Land
Companion Preface This work appears in four movements, not as revisions of one another, but as different ways of standing on the same ground. The first speaks with grit. The second listens for what still opens. The third braids what was once held apart. The fourth offers a vow—small, human, unfinished. Together, they trace a walk rather than an argument. What changes between them is not the land, but the stance of the one walking it. You may enter at any point. You may linger where something recognizes you. Nothing here asks for agreement— only presence. — Flower InBloom
By Flower InBloom4 days ago in Poets
A Recipe for Indigo: How to Cultivate the Perfect Solitude
The Manual for Quiet Blue Step 1: Preparation of the Vessel Wait for a day when the sky is the color of a bruised plum. Open your window exactly three inches— enough for the damp cedar smell to enter, but not enough for the world to come inside. Sit on the tatami, or the cold wooden floor, and align your spine with the falling rain.
By Takashi Nagaya4 days ago in Poets
