Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

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

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

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

There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn