no. 465

Brewing espresso

While my children are sleeping…

But how can I write?

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 465, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016


no. 442

The blue light arrives—

Darkness is slipping away:

A still life appears.

~ Guillermo Delgado


no. 442, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 422

Through the dying leaves,

light creeps towards my writing hand;

time is running out.

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 335

Car buried in snow–

espresso a mile away,

4 wheel drive… Oh yeah!

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 286

On a freezing night—

little café in the ‘hood—

foggy windows drip.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 286, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 286, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 247

Last night’s agave

meets this morning’s espresso;

last chance to rake leaves.

~Guillermo Delgado


haiku no. 110

Under the wise tree,

I sip earth, sweat, and sun—

musing and writing.

~Guillermo Delgado


haiku no. 109

Roaring jet engines—

ring of iridescent crème—

empty demitasse.

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 76

Sipping espresso,

warm yellow light shines on me—

listening for birds.

~Guillermo Delgado
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