Granny
The cupola was faded green;
poetry
Phonograph Needle
The world was spinning beneath his pointed head;
Street Portraits, Saint John
Portraits in black-shingle frames
The Half Moment
When old-year leaves are blown aside
Untitled
Watching the smoke on distant hills
Music Festival
We sat in the colour and hum of a garden,
Bathurst Road
Here by the road's edge a stump, too twisted
Untitled
Even you who turn ever,
Metamorphosis
Observe this mind emerging from the womb,
Rain dance
Street-steps stuttered through rain-walks
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