(2013)
At the wharf in St Andrews
#Haiku
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
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
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…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
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…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
