(2014)
Meant to be recited slowly as a mantra
#AMeditation
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
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…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
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
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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…
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes