the raindrops
on the old car's windshield
and the light
that gets through
in late November

spg

you want to talk
but i have nothing
to say
around our silence
rain falls


avv

thought I was immune
to fata morgana's wiles -
I am desert bred -
but my mouth is full of sand
scooped from a dried-up wadi
mac

the dream of love

seems particularly hopeless

this afternoon

not even one man in the street

I can pin my fantasies upon

~K~

this same fly
belly up on the ledge-
just yesterday
did I not see it buzzing
against my hospital window?

-spg

moth batting itself
senseless
against the lampshade
it will be a long night
for both of us

o-tsukimi -
sometimes obscured by haze
but never extinguished
September's dreaming moon
the lantern above my gate
mac