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 saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

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

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

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

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

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

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing