I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39