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…

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

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

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

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

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…

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

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

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction