Better known as Bill, I'm a writer in New Brunswick, Canada. I refer to myself as a fabulist of modest means.
An automatic needs a guyIt’s Monday, “What’s to do?”Open fire and spray some hellKill a crowd or two
I tried to write a prayer.I didn’t have success.Like letters, prayers are pointlessIf you haven’t an address.
The water; the landThe kiss; the embraceThe blood and the breadThe tribe saying graceThe Faith and the LawThe altar…