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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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…
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…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn