death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
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…
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crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
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
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….