(2011)
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…
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…
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
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
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
