(2013)
At the wharf in St Andrews
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…
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
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…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
(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
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
