(2014)
#Fall
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
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
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…