for a long time
your unwavering support and guidance
come with me
thank you
for expanding the realm of sharing
like the eyelight of the love
withstanding the world
Look beyond the world
be healthy and happy
may your descendants
flourish
always and ever.

those who hate me
are not bad people
couldn't I be wrong?

martial law is an autoimmune disease.

I want to write poetry
not commodities
as works of art
that give answers
that are not correct
not childish
with the same voice
and different echoes
come together
without myself

when I rang the doorbell
heavy snow fell
and hid the paths of aloneness
having lost my way
I looked for a stone
and stepped on it
The snow melted
and showed me the path to take
beyond the end of the road
the islands of Privacy
I have to go there
and make the waves
without you.

I sent
one poetry manuscript to
two publishers

one was rejected
“we can't publish it
because our publisher's standards
are different from your personality.”

another was accepted
“we can publish it
because our publisher's standards
are different from your personality”.

i hold your love
while thinking

your love hold me
while thinking

we are leaving
while we are sinking

we are living
next door

we are are we.