Saturday, September 24, 2016



           the tide gone
             out I.
                left

Sunday, September 18, 2016


                     in such a way ten thousand sand eels turn about
                               
                                           

Thursday, September 15, 2016

  


           only this chill-
           ed fog for a room,
           knock of tin boats

Sunday, September 11, 2016



            Lovers,
              your rouge..
                 dawn fisherman   

Thursday, September 8, 2016

  

           Azulejo barks Zenith
               by your left elbow
                   with the flying fish

Monday, September 5, 2016

moon-viewing



                    &
                       with
                            elevators
                    &
                       pants
                    &
                       more
                        pants
                    &
                        a
                         lot
                          more
                           howling