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 -
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
