There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…