OBSERVATION FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
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…
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer