My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
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
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
