(2014)
#Fall
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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
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…
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…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead