In the morning under the hot sun, she peered closer to a smooth stone about the size of her palm. She held it close to her eyes in between her hands. It was smooth on all sides and the color of an eggshell. She turned it over several times in her fingers. No edges, divets…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
a trail of smoke
away from the beach and the setting sun away from the sound of waves and the waving grass away from the distant mountains glowing red with the last light of day away from the canopy of rustling trees with jasmine scented air traveling through their branches away from the trickling river that ebbed and flowed…
pool of fishes
she dipped her hand into clear water and waited all of the sudden a fish lifted its head and kissed her finger another fish swam over and another and another and she smiled as they let her glide her hand over their scales it started to rain she looked up and as she did a…
the sea cave by the beach
No one knew about the sea cave down by the beach. When the waves thundered onto shore and sea spray hit the rocks, there was a craggy opening by the side around the bend. Water flowed in and splashed along the walls. But in the early morning, when it was misty, you could walk inside…
in the deep
Under the water is a menagerie of beings glowing bright. It is like ballons under the water. When you sink down to the bottom, you hold you hands up and feel nothingness (which feels like something). It makes you want to cry, but not because of pain — from something else. And the quiet listeners…
Her name is Hina
There is an old lady who calls to the ocean. She puts up her hands and it speaks to her. Her hair is silver. She’s been here for so long, but you could never tell how old she was. Her face is so smooth like a stone that has washed up on shore. Like one…
the girl on the tree
High up in the tree and she could see everything. She saw where the river bent into the setting sun in the distance. She saw the forest, which she assumed stretched forever. But it didn’t it went to a red rock mountain. With flat smooth surfaces exposed to the sun, she said to herself: that’s…
pool of green light
Within the river, there was a part of the water dammed up from a fallen tree. It created a clear pool as the other water passed by freely. Current pulling everything downwards. Far away. To where, she didn’t know. She just knew she hadn’t ever been there before. Loud insects called across the waving trees….
bird of paradise
bird of paradise peeking out beneath the shade i can see you dancing to the wind nodding your head with the breeze you couldn’t hide yourself even if you tried bright orange and purple makes us all happy to look at you maybe chuckle to yourself as we say “hey, look at that!” you’ve made…
the forest dreams as she waits
Stars twinkling overhead. Wind was a little colder today than the day before. She sat outside the house, waiting, watching for the light to go out in the window. For someone to come in through the door. Eyes becoming heavy. Head, dizzy just a bit before her head drooped down. Comfortable and warm, despite the…
The Dynamics of Groove 