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…

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

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

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

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

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -