Morning over coffee and pain de chocolat.
And he makes his hand into a soft gun.
The moon is the same moon above you.
The engineer of moonlight.
Wine, honey, flowers, night, etc.
10 haiku & 1 epithalmion.
When the boys were so pretty.
Lope de Shakespeare Vega.
My mother's last word, an apprehension.
The echoing cliff of Kaibito.
Ruined and disused dance halls, the Bhuta Ballroom, Lockport, NY.
