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 cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
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…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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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
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight