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

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

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…

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…

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

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

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

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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane