Each polyamorous relationship is different. So, there are no rules. But that does not have to be a bad thing.

By the time the typhoon season passed its peak, Nichi and Ginoza had started spending time together on purpose.

There was this bench in the park. Hidden away behind a wisteria tree that was purportedly a hundred years old.

There was a typhoon warning. But there is someone at her door. The second time Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain.

The coffee today had a tree in winter. Tabi studied the art like he always did. Consternation. Concentration. Confirmation.

The first of three times Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain. A three-part response to the stormy weather we've been having.

Amaya’s lunches were a piece of art. Packed in mason jars of three different sizes, full of colour and textures and flavours.

She didn’t hear the door open. But she did feel the arms curl around her moments later.

She was making tea in the kitchen. He was asleep in the bedroom. Domestic scenes. Firefly vignettes.

As we travelled down the winding path, a light rain began to fall. The sun set. A jugnu landed on the windowpane.