beneath each syllable a soft marrow of nothing
Password Issue 2.3, October 2025
It's a monoku of embodied language—syllables as bones sheltering the 'soft marrow of nothing'. It reveals the fragility of meaning, how a quiet emptiness sustains sound. The poem breathes between ontology and poetics, letting silence become a kind of presence....
This ku is my voice where i just am almost. It unites linguistic philosophy with emotional subtlety while stripping the language to a precise minimalism. It reveals more than it states, leaving a resonant after-silence. Its balance of conceptual tension and sensory delicacy makes it, for me, the most complete expression of my haiku way.