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

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

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

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

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…

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas