de profundis
silver-tongued lead
lights up the page


 

miming memes
my mind follows the path
of least resistance


 

the glory of being not as it seems


 

in between flashes
the presence of trees
no longer there


 

the days before
when being you
could be no more


 

first breath
ever so slightly
of this world


in sleep
a ring around a
new moon


stillborn beyond all expectations


 

a toddler's
"qu’est-ce que c’est?"
morning mist


 

happy hour—
whisky tasting
on the TARDIS


 

inner circle—
sweet william lies love-lorn
at the border


 

all creation
is groaning in labour . . .
the long wait


 

gramercy!
meseems a sweven
comes usward


 

open mouth
in flew Enza
right on cue


 

Mysterium Coniunctionis . . .
first joyful mystery
the annunciation


 

executive privilege—
worth the expense
at half the price


 

cave paintings
the provenance of
the hunting


 

kigo and kire—
my summer haiku bleeds
its heredity