a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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

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

Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

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

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

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

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

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

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…

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…