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…

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

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

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

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

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes