New River Beach
Thinking so lightly he leaves
poetry
The Abandoned Slaughterhouse
The saltmarsh behind the old
Sunday Drive
You need the sky
At the Edge of the Bog
He stands in the trees
20th Northern Summer, July 1988
A killing gets less news now,
Getting Close
Taken purely as it is
In This Room
I am not a simple man,
Define a Path
Describe a certain space beneath the trees.
The Graveyard: New Plymouth, Abaco
No poets here; these graves are sworn to God or sea.
Dawn in a Lahu Village
...music dwells in the village like time
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