it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

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

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

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…

Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people

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

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

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

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

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said