winter faces
on the beach
frozen waves

The moon is somewhere
rising through the snowy night,
the Nibelung's ring.

boundary stones
on the old battlefield
melting snow

frosty evening --
the smell of a book
just arrived

stella maris
a myriad of lives
in my mind

wistfulness -
not even a message
in a bottle

shipping containers
stacked up on the horizon
hollow cries of gulls

waves at the shore
telling excitedly
from distant ships

watched by a satellite
I carry Ben Webster
in my pocket

morning star
a can of cherry cola
starts to fizz

ocean
throwback
sunset

humpbacks -
the depths
we float on

summer dawn
an empty wheelchair at
the ocean's edge

first date
she praises the wrong
Romanian film

if i spin this globe faster we merge youandi

Circle by circle described
by the beam of the beacon.
Pale the full moon.

Travelling alone ...
beyond the early fog
the sound of Qi

knock on the door –
from this and other side
question marks

vapour trails
the span between homeland
and home

only 4 tulips
planted in a little pot
all Holland is there!

from a friend far away
express mailed
squash

Flying seagull --
a boy
pulling the line

passing butterfly...
just heard
some jazz

Waving their farewell
twigs with cherry blossoms
departing pilots

sea breeze --
the fur hat hides
my grey hair

orphaned honey
tongue on a journey's
licking lips

distant waves
the sound creates
my own ocean

oak leaves
at the soldier's grave
a stranger's salutation

the other end of the war fat man

sea-gulls
carry the moonlight
across backwater

gangway --
a ladies' walk-off