Jujube May 24, 2026

What Gorgeous Thing

I do not know what gorgeous thing The bluebird keeps saying, His voice easing out of his throat, beak, body into the pink air of the early morning. I like it whatever it is. — Mary Oliver

Jujube May 17, 2026

Jian Jia

蒹葭苍苍，白露为霜。 所谓伊人，在水一方。 The reeds and rushes are deeply green, The white dew has turned to frost. The one of whom I think, Is somewhere by the water’s edge. —《蒹葭》 (Jian Jia)

Jujube May 10, 2026

Modern Art

What a splendid anagram the evening makes: A cubist Babel of ochre and cerulean, bleached by the moonlight, sentineled by the raptor, and anchored by two tiny souls, like pawns on a chessboard. — Jujube

Jujube May 3, 2026

They All Tried

They all tried the earthen vase, the pale sunlight, and even the blue on the wall. They all tried to hold us together. But we still manage to stand out, to reach far, to fall – because it’s fun this way. — Jujube

Jujube April 26, 2026

Stars, Like Water Flowing

Stars, like water flowing from a jar, sprinkled upon the night. Like an artist from afar, painting a perfect light. A light veil of star light glows, touching our wandering heart. As we watch, nature shows, the true beauty of sacred art! — Rebecca Wiles

Jujube April 19, 2026

Sea-Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a…

Jujube April 12, 2026

Watching the Blue Sea

The ancient stone stands tall and steep, As surging waters dance below. Hazy gold bleeds into mist, where turquoise flourishes in salt-washed glow. –jujube

Jujube April 5, 2026

Mountain Dialogue

问余何意栖碧山，笑而不答心自闲。 桃花流水窅然去，别有天地非人间。 You ask me why I make my home amid these green mountains; I smile and make no reply, for my heart is free of care. As peach blossoms flow downstream and are gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is…

Jujube March 29, 2026

The Stage Is Set

The stage is set. Afternoon creeps in, settling into the velvet, waiting for the weight of the hour to unravel, petal by petal. The patchwork of calico and cream lies undisturbed in a slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Dust, shadow, silence— just soft things to…

Jujube March 22, 2026

Pigments of Time

Pigments of time blots and blooms into the canvas of dawn. The tiered eaves of the ancient pagoda sign off the night with the waking ray Mist drifts apart like a half-whispered morning greeting forever deferred in the bleed of light. –Jujube

Jujube March 15, 2026

A Winter Tree

Tangled vines, like frayed harp-strings, enact a wayward joy. Worldlings have turned away, hidden indoors to nurse their fire. But the trunk bends into a question mark between frost and rust, challenging all the assumptions of the season. –Jujube

Jujube March 8, 2026

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost

Jujube March 1, 2026

Prism

Where the light fractures, no shadow, past or present, can hide you. Time, pinned in space: does it lift what you carry, or anchor it forever? Amid the silent roar, going, yet never gone, you stand, trying to finish the sentence. — Jujube

Jujube February 22, 2026

Visiting the Sky-Mother Mountain in a Dream: A Song of Farewell

脚著谢公屐， 身登青云梯。 半壁见海日， 空中闻天鸡。 … 列缺霹雳， 丘峦崩摧。 洞天石扉， 訇然中开。 Wearing the climbing shoes of Lord Xie, I ascend the ladder of blue clouds. Halfway up, I see the sun rising from the sea, In mid-air, I hear the rooster of heaven crow. … Lightning flashes…

Jujube February 17, 2026

Happy Spring Festival

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Jujube February 15, 2026

My Princess

My small, preserved princess, you cradle yesterday’s snow and last night’s shadow, each a parenthesis in fur around your perfect refusal. How delicately you decline the invitation to wake and play the part assigned. The nursery clock has stopped at forever, and still, you will not…

Jujube February 8, 2026

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. — Thomas Hardy

Jujube February 1, 2026

Autumn Words

晴空一鹤排云上， 便引诗情到碧霄。 A crane soars above the clouds and soars high, Lifts my poetic heart up to the azure sky. — Liu Yuxi 刘禹锡 (772-842)

Jujube January 25, 2026

Moonlight in the Lotus Pond

Moonlight flows like water, quietly pouring over leaves and flowers. A thin blue mist rises from the lotus pond. The leaves and blossoms seem rinsed in milk, or like a dream veiled in the lightest gauze. — Zhu Ziqing 朱自清 (1898-1948)