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
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
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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
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -