(2008)
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
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
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
