(2014)
Meant to be recited slowly as a mantra
#AMeditation
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
(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
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
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
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 have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
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 -