(2014)
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
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…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
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…
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
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker