Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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…
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…
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
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
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
