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…

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

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…

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

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

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

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 -

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

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

SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…