(2014)
Meant to be recited slowly as a mantra
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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
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…
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
