Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

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

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

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

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…

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

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

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -