UNIVERSE

planet earth

NE          kingfisher traveler          NW

kingfisher     a traveler along the breast's landscape northeast/northwest

by hitchhiking women and me in car while driving from massachusetts border to new

hampshire's state line the kingfisher appeared flying east

high school years northeast -boston/ southeast –worchester

by mendon valley a pilgrims migratory valley there in the valley like a hobbit hole

milford town granite/quartz mining the doings

ecology leading to deep spring wells called ledge holes where people swimmed

i lived there in that valley for ten years and where i was socialized into the new england

puritans laconic ways this upbringing shaped my mode which is applicable to poetry in its

own wry way not the dry wit of the brit. yet, a quick wit like succinct summation of the

scene

as a growing boy my room was a porch 9 emmons st. nearby a park, and even earlier in

life by the same park where i lived watching tv with shows like captain midnight by

the creative writer rod sterling in this motored town of my nightmare i was blake's son

(blake the engraver/poet)

i witnessed lord of the rings torture rituals by this park. too young to know what it

means blake came to me in the dream with a red beard and long hair

he took me away, yet when i awoke, he took me back and put me in my father's bed

where i found myself again. from this nightmare i awoke to the awareness of this

illusion. (nightmares)

my father a high school teacher for 33 years until his death

divorced my mother gill the diver, and remarried (more later)

i vaguely remember my mother and her dog petit

with the korean war went my father. i lived with my aunt marie

the mother of my traveling venus women cousin/ a nurse

the kingfisher bird is morphic like sheldrake's take, and not like x files, and all that jive

hollywood slurp culture.