winter sun glances
across the tops of buildings
we are still in shade
21/1/08
mysterious clouds of steam
street aligned due east
what mecca waits there?
22/1/08
a hockey haiku
scrape of skates on ice
commentator barks
fake logs burn eternally
29/1/08
shivering outside
hands in gloves hold cigarettes
breathing fresh air
29/1/08
disco ball turning
in a bar with no dancing
29/1/08
insect bites 