(2014)
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
(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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
