In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
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…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
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
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
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
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…