inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
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…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind