(2014)
#Fall
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
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 -
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
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…
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…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom