The stench of humanity is overwhelming in this city, permeating the very pavement upon which I stride, reeking with desperation, hope, hunger, all which these short-lived mortals have yet to fully grasp.
Paris has always been grotesquely garish, its palaces and monuments a study of the hodge-podge, eccentric nature of its elite, while the common citizenry walk about as if they are a a part…
Tapered, curved, a study in finesse
Oh how your beauty beguiles!
Silk and lacquer of your comely dress
Sheathes your form so gracile
In the air, your song rings
In the sun you glint and shine
Never mind the ruin you bring
I so long for you to be mine!
Hiro was indeed telling the truth when he spoke to Julia of his daughter. It was the Warring States period after all, and Kyoto was as volatile as the Middle East is now, being the capital of Japan before it moved to Tokyo, then called Edo.
As a practitioner of ninjutsu, Hatake was, and still is, a master of subterfuge and strategy, a brutal and merciless tactician, disguising himself as a…
It’s a bit late, I know, but I am participating in NaPoWriMo this month (just remembered it was THIS month – AK!) and today’s prompt is the “golden shovel,” a form that begs you to take the last word from a known poem and make it the last word of your own. Kudos to those who can guess which I decided to use – it is by far one of my favorites.