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

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

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

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

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

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

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

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

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

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…

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

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories