I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

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

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

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…

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

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

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

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…

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 saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

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

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

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