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Jujube November 16, 2025

The Russian Song

In distant lands, on hill and plain, thus do I dream, when nights are long, — and memory gives back again the whisper of that long-lost song. — V. Nabokov

Jujube November 9, 2025

Still Life

You can almost hear it — autumn’s last gasp a pomegranate split open grapes hang low drowsy a pear half-turned to gold held by the brush silently resists decay — jujube

Jujube November 2, 2025

Rainy Day

The window holds the breath of rain. I sink into the blueness of sleep. Dream and daylight braid, as the shadows of the leaves sway.

Jujube October 26, 2025

Nocturnal Travels

I have no need, for my nocturnal travels, of ships, I have no need of trains. The moon’s above the checkerboard-like garden. The window’s open. I am set. — V. Nabokov

Jujube October 19, 2025

Night Is Young

Wine hums, lanterns flicker. Moon sneers, time falls into dust. Who stitches sorrow in the dimming light, While night is still young. - Jujube