Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

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…

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

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

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

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…

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

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