A short but lovely poem about how old coins can hold so much history and emotion.
Hope you like it 😝
“Fisher, hunter of seas: let’s meet! In the high waters, let’s meet!”
A tanka on the myth of the ignis fatuus, with a twist of Japanese folklore on the hitodama’s soul glowing flame.
I hope you like my fairy tale called "The princess and the hobo"!
It revolves around a mean and greedy princess and a poor hobo.
You have come a long way, Bloody feet , numb from lust .
The archaeologist was knackered. He had been awake for twenty-four hours and there was still no end in sight. Exhausted, he fumbled some coins into the hotel's coffee machine. An error message flashed...
A short but lovely poem about how old coins can hold so much history and emotion.
Hope you like it 😝
“Fisher, hunter of seas: let’s meet! In the high waters, let’s meet!”
A tanka on the myth of the ignis fatuus, with a twist of Japanese folklore on the hitodama’s soul glowing flame.
I hope you like my fairy tale called "The princess and the hobo"!
It revolves around a mean and greedy princess and a poor hobo.
You have come a long way, Bloody feet , numb from lust .
The archaeologist was knackered. He had been awake for twenty-four hours and there was still no end in sight. Exhausted, he fumbled some coins into the hotel's coffee machine. An error message flashed...