(2014)
#Haiku
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
(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
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night