First light edging cirrus
The tongue says loneliness
Big-leaf maple standing over its own reflection
These also once under moonlight
Red wine is fined by adding broken Eggshells
The lost love poems of Sappho
Sometimes the heart is a shallow autumn river
The inventive, visible hobbles
All day the difficult waiting
Everything has two endings
Haibun: a mountain rowboat
If truth is the lure, humans are fishes
All the difficult hours and minutes
The egg had frozen, an accident. I thought of my life
One loss folds itself inside another
A hand is shaped for what it holds or makes
I ran out naked in the sun
When your life looks back