november 

a muddy patch 

on the penalty spot 

 banging on

about fireworks 

all night long

 autumn birds

spilling leaves 

us alone

 rocking chair 

changing your perspective 

reaching for a book

i ask of every wave

can i should i

of course i do

at the woodsmoke inn

horsemen of the apocalypse 

refresh their steeds

 coffee and cake

the sparrows come for crumbs 

but eschew the plate 

 ahh ahh … sneeze

in the morning sunbeam 

ten thousand droplets

 so much depends

on morning sunshine

on the red dog

 autumn mornings

so much depends upon sunlight

through the red curtain 

 how to create a ghost?

i can’t explain it!

 writing is juggling ouija boards in a black desert