Autobiography

Freshwater bay (second draft)

I redrafted it, but I am not sure it is improved in the shaping process...

My aching back

Early on this morning
My back began to ache
So I took a little aspirin
To take the pain away

Later on this morning
My back was getting worse
So I took two paracetamol

Starting again

Where we spend our night times pushing our glowing limbs
beneath bed sheets and worrying that the person
next to us, hates our bodies...

 Butcher Boy ( Part 19, Goodbye)

And then it was goodbye

Peace Sweet

tell me sweet dreams
one more time
and I’ll be forever dreamin

Parkimson's m ever presentfriend

Can't think of one little thing

Charlie's Pictures

I didn’t know what to expect driving to the therapy center. When Mrs.

Freshwater bay

for my mother who passed away suddenly and very tragically on the 28th of January, aged 67. God Knows my Dad sister and I will miss her so very much.

The Knowledge of a Koi Carp - Part 3

The Knowledge of a Koi Carp – Part 3

Off the Beaten Path

When twilight crept forward, I drew strength from its ancient song.

 Butcher Boy ( Part 18, Changes)

Times are a changin..

Divesting

How to remove, undo,
Get rid of accretions
To tend the garden of yourself
Slough the dead flakes of skin

Substance becoming less
But remaining, still remaining
Just enough to stay planted

Disney World- Animal KIngdom

Disney Excursion- Animal Kingdom

Friday- February 3,2012- Bonita Springs, Florida

Shopping in Paris

In any case one thing was for sure this was not the Paris of Sartre, Hemmingway, Miller or the Beat generation, this was a savage little pocket of hell that I could endure no longer.

 My Bookcase, 4am

Marie de France's 'Bisclavret' howls at the moon like a wolf.
'The Assistant' mutters to itself in Yiddish.
The window is full to the brim with stars,
and poems rise up like unanswered prayers.

 The Poppy Man

I tell him the widow
next door, died last June.
‘I know,’ he tells me..

 What about your saucepans? Part 22

The decision to enter politics

 Will the robin still sing in the bay?

December.
Stark and cold.
Bare trees
with Lowry limbs,
knuckled branches stretching
towards my frozen heart.

Will a grey sky look the same?

Two people

I am lost

Pages of eyelids

The pages of eyelids

The first time my father took me to the library
I felt I had ingested a globe lamp

and it became a gob stopper, a bath pearl,