WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

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

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

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

it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

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…

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

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

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

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…

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 met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…