Old pets

A white kitten rolls

In dust, My Grandfather

Remembers how a tiger snatched

His pomeranian in a world, he lost.

I think of revelations,

Barefoot, in the sun.


Sneaking past

A moth escapes

A rain shower


Yawning Breeze

Deep in the mist

All mine


Once boxed

Deep in the midst

Of falling leaves

Winter fog

Floats off our coats

Baring shoulders

Morning coffee

The night grows longer

Still hungry

Slightly out of tune

In the cool of the morning

Open a bottle of last winter

The drone of traffic

Icy, black trees sway like the sea

Far from earth, a feral season

Dead winter grass

Clutching her winter fan

Dragging my knees

A sultry morning survives

As an empty shell

Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illuminationĀ 


Whispers in an ancient languageĀ 

Trees clocked under mist

A half moon lingers

The cat closes his eyes again

And turns his head