(2008)
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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 -
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
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…
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
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction