July 11, 2012 § 6 Comments
I wouldn’t call it a full-blown crush, much less love, but I can no longer ignore whatever the fuck is going on with me.
June 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
Glossary of Japanese terms available at the end.
One day, perched primly on the veranda like a young nestling, a young maiko gazed dreamily at the rear garden, distracted from the tangled embroidery on the kimono resting in her lap. The garden was small, but neatly tended to with each detail meticulously arranged just so. There was a tiny rock garden to the right which melted into a silently rippling sand garden in the middle before dissolving into a bijou pond, glassy and still as a mirror while delicate pink flowers like teacups floated on the dark surface. Overlooking the pond was a short, stout stone lantern, currently unlit. And beyond all this stretched the pale green of the bamboo forest, tall, thin stalks swaying in some intangible breeze while the leaves conversed in their susurrous language.