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
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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…
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
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies