wood smokemy loneliness lingersnear the flame
winter skymaybe a bird diesor doesn't
slow flow sap —the stillbirth of wordsdragging clouds
the lossof my words of loss
with clenched teethsea-spray lashes apartthe veneer
hermit crab —the stream of words sidestepsthe obvious
winter beach —the incoming tide of horizons
winter beach —the welcoming wallsof an open grave
winter beach —an albatross asks'who moved?'
within it the page of tundrayellows too
eyes closed so prolong the night
a chill solace of endless stars
night storm —nameless trees flash up the valley
leafless treehow lifeless the dancethis winter
with these wordsfingertippingthe void
this bookyielding the breathof beyond
the windtearing up the eyesmine beheld
ashen wind —all the mis-spent wordsin my tongue
nature just being its ultimate ontology
this and that consensual haikucide
organo-intellectual compost bins
hear it!the Lord's Prayer readfrom a seashell
twilit beachin the undertowof silence
so few words —the dewfall most acutein its vanishing
from my penan hallucinationof loose ends
at sunseta sea anemonesucks in her blush
earth mother:the you I once knewnow my dream
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