Sunday, September 13, 2020


April, Needham

Time becomes a leftover along with

thought. All the gods return. How different

they are, how changed, how quietly they

gather, how calmly. How kind of them to come.

Between Parish Road and Nehoiden Street

our wind is having its way with

our pine trees tonight. I am hearing things

again. The genies are setting someone

loose. Unwrapping someone.

                                                   Water in the

birdbath now ice. History is what

midnight has become.


Duncan McNaughton
Fathar Time
Blue Millennium Press
PO Box 958
Bolinas, CA 94924

No one writes like Duncan McNaughton, you'll notice