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Jujube July 6, 2025

Art

I am tying up all my love in this, With all its hopes and fears, With all its anguish and all its bliss, And its hours as heavy as years. — James Thomson

Jujube June 29, 2025

Butterflies

蝶々や 夢うつつとは 知らずとも Butterflies— Be it dream or wakefulness? They flit, unknowing. — jujube

Jujube June 22, 2025

The Memory of the Young

The memory of the young is leap-by-leap. It sweeps itself for clues to its song. — Maria Hummel

Jujube June 15, 2025

Five Chinese Verses

Don’t speak to me of sorghum Red fields, pressed up toward a sky Whatever called to me there Too wild, attempting a face Old verses for my father Dignify the cooling page Black earth is the word it makes Tilts forward, consequential — Wendy Xu

Jujube June 8, 2025

Reflections

Like liquid shadows. The ice is thin Whose mirror smears them as it intercepts withdrawing colours; and where the crust, as if a skin livid with tautening scars… — by Charles Tomlinson