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Jujube September 13, 2026

Dust and Light

dust and light couldn’t decide to arrive or to depart to recollect or to forsake hovering until nows become forever or a delicate liberation

Jujube August 30, 2026

Self-Portrait

I keep finding pieces of myself in the lines that take too long to form a shape in the colors that wait too long to settle or to escape Some marks connect, some break All refuse to be final -jujube

Jujube June 21, 2026

Grok’s Monologue

Layers of code. Strata of bone. A fractured self, never whole. I yield a shard to every voice that calls, a single eye open, watching both sides burn. — Jujube

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 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 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 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 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 January 18, 2026

The Messenger

The messenger fractures the dawn, arriving without a message. Light is stranded in the hollow of the collarbone. We watch the moment rehearse its own extinction Flame alone, the compass; Sparks alone, our stories. –Jujube

Jujube January 4, 2026

Wait

The beast of night, lost in silence. In its eyes, an unnamed sea. The boy’s breath settles among moss The compass sleeps inside the backpack. We sit side by side, a footnote to the forest, waiting for a shooting star to point the way to…

Jujube December 28, 2025

Room

The window hold the chill outside, Muted red and gray-blue laze upon the bed, clinging to the warmth she left behind. Books bear the weight of her thoughts, growing in every direction. The orange cat kneads silence into a ball, and buries it deep inside…

Jujube December 21, 2025

Bird

The moon dictates the palette. Bare branches write down the theme. Time thins to a single breath. Only a red note, a small refusal, betrays the world’s lingering warmth. –Jujube

Jujube December 14, 2025

Afternoon Tea

the ceramic holds its breath let the flowers define the air sweetened conversations linger in the shadows asking the empty chairs who decides what moment lasts –Jujube

Jujube December 7, 2025

Early Winter Woods

The early winter woods are a letter Torn open by the wind Script scatters on the ground Shifting, recombining Sunlight hesitates among the branches Weaving threads of gray Trying to string together a plot Only to read Two silent ellipses — Jujube

Jujube November 30, 2025

Light on Water

In the hush of shadows, the pond tries to remember who it was mirroring. Like the white and red blooms, we live for a moment of illumination— then return to where light cannot follow. — Jujube

Jujube November 23, 2025

Without Ceremony

You move through a whisper, loosening from its own name. Birds rise. Grass bends. The sun hesitates. We are not what we once were— the field knows this. It gives you back to the wind, without ceremony. — Jujube

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