(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

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…

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

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

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

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

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

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