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

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…

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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 -

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…

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

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

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

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

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

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

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

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

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