Long time Artist-Sculptor and Painter, Woodworker and carver, Museum Exhibits Curator, Archaeologist, Outdoorsman, Sailor,Gardener, Book Illustrator, Horseman, Bluegrass Dobro player, Builder and Historic restorer. I live , with my family on the coast of Massachusetts. Have written on the side most of my life, but never published.
Today I saw the end in me way back ther amongst the breakfast crumbs A black bird stalked among the coffee cups pulling the table cloth with his nails Quick and silent he stabbed beak- nailing the scattered moments and rattling the spoons his black bead eye cocked speculative and thinking of lunch
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The Matriarchs (25/01/2020)
Xmas 1992 (24/01/2020)
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