expanding night . . .
the sound of a morepork
between stars


pre-dawn chill . . .
backwash from night's flotilla
of dreams


 

at year's end . . .
already the marbling
of her skin


 

night winds . . .
the ones that blew
in childhood


dry winds . . .
a premonition
of green


summer shadows —
a Noh play unfolds
around me


 

summer stream —
does the mayfly in mating
know why?


 

summer stream —
a mayfly breeding
shadows


 

fossil forest —
incoming waves obscure
another past


 

a blue rinse
of withering clouds . . .
wind from the west


 

ancient garden . . .
a slug retraces the glow
of its path


before dawn . . .
a pilgrim among mangroves
sighing mist


 

new year leap . . .
the sound of water
near and far


these traces of dreams . . .
high winds shaping cloud layers
of indifference


summer rose —
the fire of its bloom
within its scent


 

morning fog —
the brushstrokes of a dream
painting day


 

a tv somewhere
numbing the sound of nothing —
moonless night


 

rainforest . . .
traces of a butterfly
incensing shadows


rippling
in water's sound —
tadpoles


one half
after the other . . .
full moon


the moon . . .
the moon it becomes
in her eyes


her ankles . . .
the path into the mist
so endless!


 

first light . .
darkness trickles away
with the dewfall


nether dreams —
a noke worm beating
about the bush


 

desolate beach —
silence gnaws away
at the edges


 

summer heat . . .
fractal equations
melt away


 

dawn vigil . . .
light in silence
becomes light


 

night maneuvers —
arching over old boulders,
a river of dreams


heat wave . . .
a pond shuffles off
its sheen


 

hot spot . . .
the touch of a leaf
on my boil


plumb line —
the poet aims each word
for the heart


 

less than
one hundred gourds . . .
space to dream


now and then . . .
chimney smoke curling
through branches


storm front . . .
feverish fingers
letting loose


 

rippling
in water's sound —
tadpoles


 

thick mist ...
within it a wanderer
chasing phantoms


 

wind duet —
a flute undermines
the bassoon


 

after the feast
the quality of odour
is unrestrained


ginko walk —
an urban poet
musing through sewers


 

the hack poet
trumpeting his songs
behind him


 

first love —
the elegance
of her farts


 

fart alerts
measuring out passages
of meaning


fart wars —
goose-stepping explosions
between their legs


 

lightning storm!
the time between fart
and fragrance


 

hitting
the motherlode —
a dung beetle


 

meteor storm . . .
a ruminant ponders
its fate


 

fart alerts
measuring out passages
of time


 

perfect love
the elegance
of her farts


ill winds . . .
stale farts rehearsing
day's decay


 

eulogy lengthening sighs through the cypress