she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

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…

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

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

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

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

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

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools