About

Slow Persimmon makes small poems about time.

Each one follows a single thing, a bench, a kettle, a coat, across a whole life, and tells that life as one day. Morning is childhood. Dusk is old age. A clock in the corner keeps count.

In every frame there is one orange thing. It is the only bright color in the picture, and it is usually the thing that lasts.

The name comes from the fruit. A persimmon picked early is bitter. Left on the branch into the cold, it turns soft and sweet.

How they are made

The poems are written for this channel, and every line is original. The pictures, the narrator's voice and the music are made with AI tools, then assembled into one short film a day.

A new one arrives every day at 4:00 PM Pacific.