Introduction  to "The Patient Stones"  by Timray
this book was never intended to be shared with the public, it was the culmination of work several years in Mexico. it was originally shared in a small community of others from the artistic world i inhabited. i am at best a dilettante with an avocation. i am not interested in humanity.

my latest book: The Fate Within
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behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
it seems to have been forever
i admire and love 
the children wait upon the shore
the boat is as weathered as his face 
Juan tells you he is an immigrant, northern mexico
when my thoughts trail down
ah yes, i have heard this sybil before
he wears a simper
we poets are waiting for the moonset wandering the beach
she looked at me, arctic blue eyes
my friend, you had to ask
my child, thru this prism
she is running down the staircase
she sells goat's cheese. not my favorite
somewhere in the north
i wander these winter beaches
i become lost in these lazy days
waiting in the silence
i know why i sit here
the moon commences its' illusion
you speak of boundaries
i am sitting alone again
outside lies the snow
trust is a precious gift
i love our early morning
do you remember those seals
i suppose they will all
i pass thru these hallowed grounds
salient arguments
nature can make my walks drudgery
the nights were filled with arguments
and so i have returned to Los Angeles
beneath these covers
we awoke to five machine guns
Georgia, you have flown free
we were drinking mexicana libres
it is rumored that Lord Krishna