I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
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
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…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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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…
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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
