the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
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
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
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…
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
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…
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…
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
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