In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
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…
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
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…
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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
