In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
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…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
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
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
