(2011)
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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
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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
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
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
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
