Did time on the Hegelian spirit, Freudian id, the totemic response to the unknowable where each phenomenon of nature became dream time itself, the electric crackle of God's Voice-...
The colouring of spacious flowers rove delicious to the eye. The road above the harbour fickle, carousing in its tendency to pull too gray by sky enamelled water....
1 The moon hummed like a refrigerator, light thru shadows - the solitude of dusk closing in; black scars visible across the moon's face shaped like mountainous hands, all...
You could have driven a pick-up truck thru spokes of that moon, so big and radiant this upended water chestnut - ground mist weeping in the shadows flutter of an old woman's shawl,...