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…

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

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

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

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…

Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people

(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

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

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

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

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas