which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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…
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
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
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…
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom