OBSERVATION FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid