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…

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

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

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

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

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

I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…