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…
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
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…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
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
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….