(2011)
#Haiku
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…
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
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
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
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…
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
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
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
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening