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…

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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

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 -

little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

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

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

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