The burn barrel
Late October morning,
poetry
Weather Forcasts for Your Body
Trees down the road fling their arms about.
Some Day We Shall Again Live in the Same City
Mother plays the flute and she's mad.
Atmospheric with Dull Knives
In the shout lounge I tasted my first beverage,
An Epistle from Rice Point
Nothing's gone smoothly at Rice Point. The cod
Survivor
At the cottage, eh? - summer vacation
Four Dreams of the Old House
It is before his death.
Torso
How free it feels, to be unnecessary!
Words in the Woods
In the woods, the snow is so deep you can't walk,
vi. Partridge (from "Towards an Aviary")
They prefer to run,
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