we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

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

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

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

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

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

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more