looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

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…

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

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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…

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

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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…

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…

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…