井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
Paid Web Novel Writer🇯🇵
Writing free verse and haiku
ネオページ契約作家。
デジマ様にて【大正イノセントストーリー麗しの君に。】コミカライズ配信中
エブリスタなどに小説投稿中。
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https://ikawakei.substack.com
Writing free verse and haiku
ネオページ契約作家。
デジマ様にて【大正イノセントストーリー麗しの君に。】コミカライズ配信中
エブリスタなどに小説投稿中。
substack
https://ikawakei.substack.com
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井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
· Jul 21
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 by デジタルマーガレット。「私が君の見合い相手だ」――義理の家族となった西条家で、疫病神と虐げられる月子。病の母のために辛い日々を耐えていた。そんなある時、月子に縁談が舞い込んでくる。それは男爵の弟で、身分は確かだけど『訳あり』と噂される相手で…！？ 突然のお見合いから始まる大正ロマンストーリー、開幕！
rimacomiplus.jp
The manga adaptation of my story is now available.
Japanese only. But feel free to take a peek!
只今、＃デジマ 様にてコミカライズ公開中です。
作画は #一春 先生。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 rimacomiplus.jp/digitalmarga...
Japanese only. But feel free to take a peek!
只今、＃デジマ 様にてコミカライズ公開中です。
作画は #一春 先生。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 rimacomiplus.jp/digitalmarga...
February 10, 2026 at 11:59 PM
Just liking things,
doing what I love,
watching what I love—
is that a kind of sin?
Just liking things,
without denying, without agreeing.
Simply spending time in calm.
And that is enough for me
#poetry #freeverse
doing what I love,
watching what I love—
is that a kind of sin?
Just liking things,
without denying, without agreeing.
Simply spending time in calm.
And that is enough for me
#poetry #freeverse
February 10, 2026 at 9:48 PM
Just liking things,
doing what I love,
watching what I love—
is that a kind of sin?
Just liking things,
without denying, without agreeing.
Simply spending time in calm.
And that is enough for me
#poetry #freeverse
doing what I love,
watching what I love—
is that a kind of sin?
Just liking things,
without denying, without agreeing.
Simply spending time in calm.
And that is enough for me
#poetry #freeverse
In the mirror,
I see myself
loosening my hair.
As if freed
from entanglements,
I comb it in silence.
What is reflected
is no one—
someone like me,
yet not myself.
Enduring existence
through silence.
#poetry #freeverse
I see myself
loosening my hair.
As if freed
from entanglements,
I comb it in silence.
What is reflected
is no one—
someone like me,
yet not myself.
Enduring existence
through silence.
#poetry #freeverse
February 9, 2026 at 3:27 AM
In the mirror,
I see myself
loosening my hair.
As if freed
from entanglements,
I comb it in silence.
What is reflected
is no one—
someone like me,
yet not myself.
Enduring existence
through silence.
#poetry #freeverse
I see myself
loosening my hair.
As if freed
from entanglements,
I comb it in silence.
What is reflected
is no one—
someone like me,
yet not myself.
Enduring existence
through silence.
#poetry #freeverse
February 6, 2026 at 3:31 AM
February 5, 2026 at 1:09 AM
The boulevard gathers crowds
and quietly draws loneliness.
Neither day nor night,
five o’clock drifts between.
Returning, leaving, hesitating—
unnamed feelings search for a place to rest.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Louis Anquetin, "Boulevard Clichy, 5 PM" (1887)
and quietly draws loneliness.
Neither day nor night,
five o’clock drifts between.
Returning, leaving, hesitating—
unnamed feelings search for a place to rest.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Louis Anquetin, "Boulevard Clichy, 5 PM" (1887)
January 31, 2026 at 1:23 AM
The boulevard gathers crowds
and quietly draws loneliness.
Neither day nor night,
five o’clock drifts between.
Returning, leaving, hesitating—
unnamed feelings search for a place to rest.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Louis Anquetin, "Boulevard Clichy, 5 PM" (1887)
and quietly draws loneliness.
Neither day nor night,
five o’clock drifts between.
Returning, leaving, hesitating—
unnamed feelings search for a place to rest.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Louis Anquetin, "Boulevard Clichy, 5 PM" (1887)
January 28, 2026 at 2:19 AM
Unbearable boredom.
Days asking for no stimulation.
Yawns and sighs gone.
Only distorted time flowing—
walking through nothingness.
#poetry #freeverse
Days asking for no stimulation.
Yawns and sighs gone.
Only distorted time flowing—
walking through nothingness.
#poetry #freeverse
January 26, 2026 at 12:33 AM
Unbearable boredom.
Days asking for no stimulation.
Yawns and sighs gone.
Only distorted time flowing—
walking through nothingness.
#poetry #freeverse
Days asking for no stimulation.
Yawns and sighs gone.
Only distorted time flowing—
walking through nothingness.
#poetry #freeverse
January 24, 2026 at 7:55 AM
January 23, 2026 at 2:57 AM
A quiet pause,
drawn into the enchanting aroma.
Bitterness dances on my tongue,
and memories of what passed
come to mind.
If only I had stayed this way,
sipping my coffee,
dreamlike thoughts linger—
bitter-sweet.
#poetry #freeverse
drawn into the enchanting aroma.
Bitterness dances on my tongue,
and memories of what passed
come to mind.
If only I had stayed this way,
sipping my coffee,
dreamlike thoughts linger—
bitter-sweet.
#poetry #freeverse
January 22, 2026 at 12:53 AM
A quiet pause,
drawn into the enchanting aroma.
Bitterness dances on my tongue,
and memories of what passed
come to mind.
If only I had stayed this way,
sipping my coffee,
dreamlike thoughts linger—
bitter-sweet.
#poetry #freeverse
drawn into the enchanting aroma.
Bitterness dances on my tongue,
and memories of what passed
come to mind.
If only I had stayed this way,
sipping my coffee,
dreamlike thoughts linger—
bitter-sweet.
#poetry #freeverse
Shamelessly reclining,
Shadow stretched in moonlit night,
Softly drifts the dark.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
Shadow stretched in moonlit night,
Softly drifts the dark.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
January 20, 2026 at 1:10 AM
Shamelessly reclining,
Shadow stretched in moonlit night,
Softly drifts the dark.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
Shadow stretched in moonlit night,
Softly drifts the dark.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
The dancer spins alone.
Defeated in love,
betrayed,
she untangles the knots that bind her.
Around and around,
in awkward turns,
yet the dancer spins alone—
striking a pose,
carrying her quiet pride.
#poetry #freeverse
Defeated in love,
betrayed,
she untangles the knots that bind her.
Around and around,
in awkward turns,
yet the dancer spins alone—
striking a pose,
carrying her quiet pride.
#poetry #freeverse
January 18, 2026 at 4:13 AM
The dancer spins alone.
Defeated in love,
betrayed,
she untangles the knots that bind her.
Around and around,
in awkward turns,
yet the dancer spins alone—
striking a pose,
carrying her quiet pride.
#poetry #freeverse
Defeated in love,
betrayed,
she untangles the knots that bind her.
Around and around,
in awkward turns,
yet the dancer spins alone—
striking a pose,
carrying her quiet pride.
#poetry #freeverse
What does the red of her dress mean?
Why did she choose that color?
No one knows.
She wears it not to be seen,
nor to be desired,
but as if obeying a quiet voice within.
The red explains nothing.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Felix Vallotton "Romanian Woman in a Red Dress"
Why did she choose that color?
No one knows.
She wears it not to be seen,
nor to be desired,
but as if obeying a quiet voice within.
The red explains nothing.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Felix Vallotton "Romanian Woman in a Red Dress"
January 17, 2026 at 2:01 AM
What does the red of her dress mean?
Why did she choose that color?
No one knows.
She wears it not to be seen,
nor to be desired,
but as if obeying a quiet voice within.
The red explains nothing.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Felix Vallotton "Romanian Woman in a Red Dress"
Why did she choose that color?
No one knows.
She wears it not to be seen,
nor to be desired,
but as if obeying a quiet voice within.
The red explains nothing.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Felix Vallotton "Romanian Woman in a Red Dress"
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
The glass already broken
The leaf carried by the river
The cloud that is are not the sky
The moon behind the finger
A wordless koan.
A mantra (of sorts)
But enough
For the moment
To get me by.
#poetry #life #zen #journey #chaoticworld
The leaf carried by the river
The cloud that is are not the sky
The moon behind the finger
A wordless koan.
A mantra (of sorts)
But enough
For the moment
To get me by.
#poetry #life #zen #journey #chaoticworld
January 16, 2026 at 8:24 AM
The glass already broken
The leaf carried by the river
The cloud that is are not the sky
The moon behind the finger
A wordless koan.
A mantra (of sorts)
But enough
For the moment
To get me by.
#poetry #life #zen #journey #chaoticworld
The leaf carried by the river
The cloud that is are not the sky
The moon behind the finger
A wordless koan.
A mantra (of sorts)
But enough
For the moment
To get me by.
#poetry #life #zen #journey #chaoticworld
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
January 15, 2026 at 3:55 PM
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
January 16, 2026 at 1:57 AM
I faced something unfair today.
I turn my back,
holding back both tears and anger.
Whether this is the right way
no one can say…
yes, because it is unfair.
🎨Vilhelm Hammershøi "Young Woman from Behind" (1904)
I turn my back,
holding back both tears and anger.
Whether this is the right way
no one can say…
yes, because it is unfair.
🎨Vilhelm Hammershøi "Young Woman from Behind" (1904)
January 16, 2026 at 1:51 AM
I faced something unfair today.
I turn my back,
holding back both tears and anger.
Whether this is the right way
no one can say…
yes, because it is unfair.
🎨Vilhelm Hammershøi "Young Woman from Behind" (1904)
I turn my back,
holding back both tears and anger.
Whether this is the right way
no one can say…
yes, because it is unfair.
🎨Vilhelm Hammershøi "Young Woman from Behind" (1904)
A slender crescent moon
breathes quietly,
gazing down on the raging waves,
as if mocking its own small role.
It hangs in the corner of the sky,
fragile, almost fading—
yet one day, it will shine large and full.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Yokoyama Taikan
breathes quietly,
gazing down on the raging waves,
as if mocking its own small role.
It hangs in the corner of the sky,
fragile, almost fading—
yet one day, it will shine large and full.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Yokoyama Taikan
January 15, 2026 at 3:12 AM
A slender crescent moon
breathes quietly,
gazing down on the raging waves,
as if mocking its own small role.
It hangs in the corner of the sky,
fragile, almost fading—
yet one day, it will shine large and full.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Yokoyama Taikan
breathes quietly,
gazing down on the raging waves,
as if mocking its own small role.
It hangs in the corner of the sky,
fragile, almost fading—
yet one day, it will shine large and full.
#poetry #freeverse
🎨Yokoyama Taikan