超短編小説、短歌をAIと共同制作。Amazonで電子書籍販売中。リンクからどうぞ。I co-create microfiction and tanka poems with AI, and provide English translations. My e-books are available on Amazon.
街の隅で呼吸しているバクテリア
人の明日を分解してく
Breathing in a corner of the city,
bacteria carry on unseen.
Patient and indifferent,
they are already breaking down
tomorrow's human dreams.
#短歌#poetry
I ordered a burger with no animal ingredients. "So it's 100% plants. Don't you feel guilty about eating them?" asked the Bull Demon King beside me. He ordered chicken. We ate and survived. "Next, let's discuss the rights of salad," he said, picking up a fry.#poetry
Iran will play in the World Cup in America. If they make a deep run, the world will rejoice. The tournament has often seen troubled nations shine. Can sports bring salvation? Sometimes a goal net holds hopes greater than reality.#poetry
ハンバーグ食べた後にはラテを飲む
牛の恵みの重さを思う
After a hamburger,
I sip a latte.
In the quiet that follows,
I think about the weight
of all the gifts given by cattle.
#短歌#poetry
朝焼けの歩道に並ぶごみ袋
中にあるのは本当にごみか
Along the road at dawn,
garbage bags stand in a row.
They wait in the morning light.
But I wonder—
are they truly filled with trash?
#短歌#poetry
The white liquid in the glass looked like milk. “Human milk,” the bartender said. I asked if serving it might be illegal. “Humans have been drinking cow's milk for centuries,” he replied. His face had become that of a cow. Under its dark gaze, I quietly emptied the glass.#poetry
Before Japan and the Netherlands meet at the World Cup, I learned that the Emperor will visit the Netherlands. When Emperor Showa first visited after WWII, memories of conflict caused protests. Decades later, competing through football feels like a small hope.#poetry
居酒屋で反オイディプス語る夜
枝豆だけが永劫回帰
In a bar at night
we talk Anti‑Oedipus over cheap beer.
Only the edamame listens,
green and patient,
caught in its own eternal return.
#短歌#poetry
The boy noticed that many seemingly happy adults might not be happy at all. Most of what they chased, he would never chase. He worked quietly, doing only what moved him. Others might find him strange. Keep going anyway, said the AI. #poetry
The president said the Iran war would end soon. It hasn't. The president who invaded Ukraine said the same. WWIII hasn't started—yet—but AI in combat is now standard.
The age of purely human war is over. Next is a war of superhumans. Even a Persian cat knows that. #poetry
夕暮れに文字を集めている人の
肩に手を乗せボサノヴァ歌う
In the amber dusk
you gather drifting letters.
I place my hand
lightly on your shoulder
and let a bossa nova spill out.
#短歌#poetry
何でもいい
炎のように燃えながら
命が溢れ流れていけば
Anything at all
—if only, like a flame,
I could keep burning,
letting life overflow
and pour itself into the world.
#短歌#poetry
After slaying the demons, Momotaro began growing peaches—thinking a child might be born from one, just as he was. One day, he split open a large peach. Inside was a demon's infant. He ordered it destroyed. That night, he wondered if he himself had been a demon's child. #poetry