Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…

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

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

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

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…

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

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

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

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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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

(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes