the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
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
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…
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
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…
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too