summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

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

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…

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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…

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

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

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

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

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more