last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
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…
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
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
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
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
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…
