which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

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

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

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

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

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

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…

I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…

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looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart