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

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…

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

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…

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

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

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

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