Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Monday, May 2, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
In the shop, the tea maker boiled water in a big copper pot. He put in masala spices— his nails were stained brown with them, which I assumed were the spice crumbs— and powder milk from a stainless box with a lot of sugar. I did not know at the moment but when the British Empire colonized India, high quality tea leaves were all exported to Europe. Therefore, there was only cheap tea available in India. The locals could not enjoy their simple tea flavor, so they added masala and sugar to help their recipes every two hours or so.
My new passion is making masala tea. So far I tried with my own tea flavors— English breakfast, Assam, Earl Gray— and I enjoyed them all. I like to use reasonable tea bags on sale at a supermarket following an Indian tradition. Even I can enjoy making it at my work office— I heat a cup of water until it boils in the microwave, and I add spice (any favorite spices like in the masala package, or cinnamon) with milk and sugar. I am obsessed with asking, “Would you like to try masala chai?”
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
"Home, No Home"
The winner of the first annual Oro Fino Chapbook Competition by Educe Press is now available at my Etsy Store!
I really love how Russian art designer, Igor Zelenov, adapted my original art.
If you would like to own a copy, there are two choices.
#1) Please go to My Etsy Shop Website.
Credit Cards payments are available.
I will personally address it to you with my signature.
(Please kindly understand that this item is non-returnable.)
#2) Please go to Educe Press Website.
From the back cover:
People happily live.... That is ideal; however, unwanted events happen-earthquakes, tsunamis, cancer, brain surgery, unfilled love, or not making monthly rent. Naoko Fujimoto, a Japanese poet, adapted these scenes into first-person narratives, in which ordinary people face these broken moments.
Diane Raptosh, judge of the 2015 contest, says of Home, No Home:
"It is gritty and raw, earthy and spare, crafted superbly."
Thursday, March 10, 2016
It has been five years after the Tohoku Earthquake on March 11th. Some may know that I keep writing poems about the natural disaster and tsunami. This poem, "Radio Tower," wants to capture the last moment of Miki Endo's brave sacrifice. What does it mean to survive through life, I think about it all the time. Healing will take a long time still.
Monday, March 7, 2016
You should read the newest issue of Cimarron Review B-E-C-A-U-S-E my two poems are in the last pages (one is devoted to Haruki Murakami, and I am going to send this magazine to him). I am reading it with my cracker (not my white husband) and cheese from Amsterdam. Delicious!