the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
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
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
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
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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
