From the Book - First edition.
Day beginning with seeing the International Space Station and a full moon over the Gulf of Mexico and all its invisible fishes
As if hearing heavy furniture moved on the floor above us
A bucket forgets its water
You to go sleep in one room and wake in another
The orphan beauty of fold not made blindfold
She breathes in the scent
Spell to be said against hatred
Corals, Coho, coelenterates
A moment knows itself penultimate
Like that other-hand music
Library book with many precisely turned-down corners
In a former coal mine in Silesia
Engraving: world-tree with an empty beehive on one branch
Ghazal for the end of time