On the Last Lecture of the Week

Friday afternoon.
PowerPoint slides fade away
to a pure white screen.

On Returning Home Late

Quiet city night.
The lamps of insomniacs
light my way to bed.

On Traces from the Past

Sepia on white
memories of past chapters:
old coffee-mug rings.

On Teaching

Understanding dawns
on this long winter morning -
eventually.

On Deadlines and the Passage of Time

Midnight approaches
the remorseless moon still moves:
your abstract is due.

On IT

Is this frozen screen
- like a parable of death -
meant to teach patience?

University Festivities

An empty foyer.
The Department's plastic tree -
faint lights in the dark.

On Winter Writing

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

On the Difficulties of Prompting a Reply from a Peer

Hibernating bear.
My colleague, ferocious once,
on sabbatical.

On Offprints

These wintery drifts,
papers heaped in my office -
how they fire my mind!