wintry ryujininThe Daily CuppaChef boyardee (a poem)the nostalgia that a can of beefaroni brings make me laugh, eyes twinkling.Oct 19, 20232Oct 19, 20232
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppacomfort: a poemwhen i lie awake in bed, the buildings of the city fast asleep, i feel an emptiness in my arms.Sep 26, 2023Sep 26, 2023
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppathe early morning: a poemthe early morning with its silence is like a comforting hollow i burrow into each day:Sep 25, 20233Sep 25, 20233
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppaghosts and leaves: a poemcrunch, crunch, crunch go the leaves; whirl, whirl, whirl goes the wind; creak, creak, creak goes the bark of old trees,Sep 12, 20232Sep 12, 20232
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppaautumn: a poemthe air smelled crisper yesterday; that season, my favorite season, is peeking through the summer heat:Sep 8, 20233Sep 8, 20233
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppaarteries: a poemsometimes I feel as though my mind is made up of arteries— pulsating tubes of millions of thoughtsAug 23, 20233Aug 23, 20233
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppasalmon: a poemif only i were a salmon, it would be so easy to swim upstreamAug 19, 20231Aug 19, 20231
wintry ryujininThe Daily Cuppahollow, a strange word: a poemhollow— what a strange and beautiful word, so lovely and yet so lonely.Aug 18, 2023Aug 18, 2023
