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
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
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
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
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
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looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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
