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

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

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…

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

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

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people