I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
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…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
