little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

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

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

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

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

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

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

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart