Sonnet #78: Fog

Through dirty glass the Moon is shining bright
The fields look icy white and lying pale
And suddenly the land’s without a sight
This foggy morning tells a frightening tale

© Dominik Alexander / 2025

Killing Grundstraße

early morning
dark sunglasses
warm breeze
still traffic

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Hasta Mañana, Oleandro

Bajo la luna llena, se encontraron en la plaza
Oleandro y su amor, con miradas que abrazan
Susurran promesas, risas que el viento lleva
en la noche estrellada, donde el tiempo se congela

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

mind on the shelf

they arrive at the hour
of the wolf
howling they are not
they simply forgot

© Dominik Alexander / 2023

Worms (lots of them)

They appear like a plague
One day after the Ides of March
Early morning

© Dominik Alexander / 2022