all saints day
light's cathedral
of clouds
communion host
for a moment I shed
isolation 
night ravishes
the disconnection
between stars
east to west
haiku blown along
the scenic route
over dew
the rising sun
of the future
after dusk
a noonday demon's
'twick or tweet'
all saints day
a cathedral of light
on its knees
stellar crux 
scared no longer
sacred scars
All Soul's Day
a star's understudy
in the wings
this light
from Aldebaran
at my birth
at last
with twilit birds
the stillness
city rain—
a downtrodden moon
underfoot
errant breeze
child and laureate 
chase the same words
 
against the ropes
a city loses
its flavour
turbulent mist—
all that is to become
lost in becoming
denatured love . . .
avarice ages into
its majority
 
on the altar
intoning incense
holy fire
on Gallipoli
the cannon fodder
of empire
be this
merciful as I am
imperfect
democratic might
fighting for the right to kill
without compunction
spring storm . . .
my roots, how deep 
do they go?
spring deluge
terror takes on
my son's name
what bird is that
singing of light
yet to be?
cosmic tide—
between coming 
and going
chaos theory . . .
a verb edges between 
subject and object
Nanking bet—
a hundred heads roll
their eyes
fog-smudged
the melodrama
of sea and sky
behold him!
a desolate beach
being born
touchstone moon
enlightenment pales
under it
on her stillness
the disfigurement
of a fly's shadow