the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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…
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
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…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
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…
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection