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…

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 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

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

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

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

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

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

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

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

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

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…

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

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