reflection ⁽¹²⁾

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 31, 2026

Because I could not stop for Death –

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility…

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 September 21, 2025

We So Firmly Believed

We so firmly believed in the linkage of life, but now I’ve looked back — and it is astonishing to what a degree you, my youth, seem in tints not mine, in traits not real. — V. Nabokov

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 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

Jujube December 15, 2024

In an Artist’s Studio

One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. — Christina Rossetti

Jujube November 24, 2024

That Bright

Just the passion of painters and poets trying to catch who they think we might be. — Heid E. Erdrich

Jujube September 14, 2024

Reading Myself

Like thousands, I took just pride and more than just, struck matches that brought my blood to a boil; I memorized the tricks to set the river on fire— somehow never wrote something to go back to. Can I suppose I am finished with wax…

Jujube July 17, 2024

A Blessing

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom. – James Wright “A Blessing”

Jujube July 10, 2024

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

“For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.” – William Wordsworth “I Wandered Lonely as…