(2008)
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
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
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
