(1990)
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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…
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
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…
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…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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