[now]

February 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

now and now and now
footsteps in the snow
behind me

A forest

January 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

In every poem, there must be a forest — 
Dark, deep for things to hide in.
Behind each leaf, an eye —
behind each eye, a leaf.
Panopticon of leaves,
the paws you won’t hear and the
breath you won’t see.
In every forest, there is a wolf.
In every poem, there must be a forest.

[snow crossing]

December 29, 2014 § Leave a comment

snow crossing
which was first — the footprints
or the shadow?

Inspired by this picture.

[is no]

November 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

Cold night and dark early.
The house pipes sing around me like a kettle.
How many left?
There is no wisdom.

[lamp is on]

November 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

The fact that the lamp is on the opposite
hill does not mean it is far away

[Late night salt]

August 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

Late night edamame at the sink —
Left with black salt on my lips.

[summer night]

August 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

summer night
even the busses’ engines
fading into the distance

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