Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
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…
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
Itistoocoldoutformetodayho waboutucallinsicklikeid coffwenudo
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
