pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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…

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

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

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

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

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

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

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

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

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

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union