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
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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…
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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 -
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn