the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
(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
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
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…
