Monthly Archives: December 2014
Modern country gentry
Lines of demarcation 2015
Landing in the snow at Friday Harbor
We’ll not miss the island.
When we’re near, it will beckon.
A line of lights will point the way,
and we’ll have more than
this roar and blue buffeting —
more to guide us
than the glow of little dials.
The people in darkness
Snapshot
You still see our smiles
but it’s dark and we’re
dropping through the bottom.
It’s as in the two-act dream
where the kiss leads to the search
and the path disappears.
Swimming upstream
Oudegracht
In the harbor of dark
The light ghost came sailing






