On Possibility

The sea glimpsed through glass --
how many words are held in
this little ink pot?

Smoking Haiku

Curlicues of smoke
write characters in still air --
a craving for peace.

On the Gift of an Inkpot

This sepia ink
seems to hold a hint of blood --
a trace of old wounds?

On Afternoons in the Tower

Daylight fades away.
My computer screen glowing
in the dimming light.

The Narrow Road to the Far Conference II

The scholar regrets
his optimistic abstract -
typing on the train.

On Working Well

Writing, re-writing.
Hammered out from a blank sheet -
a bright copper bowl.

On Forgetting and Surprise

Folded paper frog.
On its belly, characters -
forgotten haiku!

On Winter Writing

Sparrow in the snow.
A punctuation of tracks -
black ink on paper.