(2014)
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
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…
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
