(2011)
#Haiku
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind