Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

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…

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…

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…

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

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

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

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Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

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

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…

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