Ink, Paper, City

Cellar under light
Coolness rises
into the paper

Voices in the courtyard
Sound at the wall
Stone beneath

Alley in the window
a narrow strip
presses into the room

Table over cellar
Sheets take in cold
from below

Wall beside wall
Shadows shift
at the joint

Door in the passage
Pressure at the threshold
Room behind room

Fire wall
shadow against shadow
on cold stone

Beamed cellar
Coolness in the wood
under the steps

Side wing
side light
in dust

Courtyard wall
Water in moss
at the base

Threshold
smooth stone
from footsteps

Inner courtyard
Voices sink
into the joint

Narrow alley
Light hangs on brick
Dust in the joints

Wall against wall
narrow sky
between the roofs

Cobblestone in rain
old glass gathers
a matte grey

Passage behind the door
coolness in the courtyard
moss at the plinth

Street on a slope
voices sink
into the joints

Brick in light
dark joints
full of shadow

Fire wall
the cellar carries coolness
beneath the wine

Beams in the dark
dust hangs lower
than light

Courtyard behind glass
a step grows softer
on damp stone

Wing at an angle
side light
rubs against plaster

Cross building in shadow
breath on the wall
between the rooms

Stone threshold
black gathers
in the joint

Bronze in the garden
leaf shadow
on dark skin

One house on
black on stone
sets an edge

House beside house
shadows press
into the alley

Figures in the courtyard
bronze in shadow
ink beside it

Alley in light
a sentence rubs
against brick

Window to the alley
voices behind glass
a matte edge

Garden behind walls
figures in shadow
at the edge of writing

House beside house
ink touches stone
at the threshold

Street on a slope
an open sheet
under voices

Paper in the window
the alley reflects
a dark animal

Two houses further
a sentence carries dust
on brick

Sentence in the courtyard
light on stone
turns rough

Paper on stone
the joint draws along
under the hand

Ink in the slope
at the edge
black gathers

Fibres in light
the sheet holds dust
grey margin at the edge

Sheet against brick
white grows rougher
in reflected light

Nib scratches
cobblestone becomes line
in the paper

Stain in the paper
in one place
Lübeck darkens further

Joint in the brick
ink gathers shadow
in the fibre

Black at the edge
the stone holds the stain
longer than light

Wall joint
a stroke runs deeper
into the stone

Ink in the crack
paper and stone
share the pressure

Joint upon joint
the alley becomes line
in narrow light

Black dries matte
at the wall's edge
narrow sheen

Ink stain
at the house's edge
paper gives way

Old wall
black in white
damp edge

Nib pressure
the line kinks
into the joint

Paper skin
light from the alley
rubs against it

Manuscript
dust at the edge
brushes the writing

Table in the room
open paper
between voices

House in paper
walls hold dust
in the lines

Window in the sheet
a courtyard appears
beneath the fold

Roof edge
in the white of the sheet
rain at the edge

Door made of fibre
a stroke draws depth
into white

Sheet in light
alley light
bends the surface

Wall in the sheet
the shadow presses
from within

Empty shelves
dust at the edges
in light

Key in the lock
first steps
on the threshold

Empty wall
dust forms edges
in light

Cellar beneath paper
coolness rises
into the fibres

Old cash register
a stroke across
in dust

Door to the alley
wet light
draws into the ink

Joint by joint
the alley draws
a line

Cobblestone in rain
water runs
through the joints

Window in the sentence
narrow light
rubs against the frame

House against house
sheet against sheet
in street light

Masonry offset
a word at the edge
in stone

Glockengießerstraße
the name hangs dark
in stone