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

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

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…

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

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

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

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…

she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction