(2008)
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…
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
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
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies