on the Nashwaak trail
milkweed hangs here
poetry
The Old Railway Bridge
Midway along
Monet's creation
When Money painted haystacks,
Winter (2)
The days are dark and short, a mustard yellow sky
Winter (1)
It's Winter and the radiators
Golden Gloves
I know death follows, though it might be far.
North Shore Park
Last night's winter gale
girl
she hands me her green sneakers, laces loosed
An Herbal for Men Who Live Alone
A carbolic, the favourite of Saint Tomasa
The Return
I found a fish head on the road
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