Seals, like people, enjoy stretching out on the sand from time to time
Durell Godfrey

I’ll humor you at first, only to tell you there’s no means of escape once you begin to tire of the endless rallies

People who know me know to let their cats out before I come visiting

Maybe we weren’t so quiet after all

Stories of early morning bass busting water in an inlet here or there just out of reach

I came up with a small slip of folded yellow paper that had “Nyquist” printed on it

A narrative of memory threaded with story

My feeling about summer is ambivalent

That I am no longer a reporter means that I am free to imagine stories about what and who I see

A confessional dialogue