a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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

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

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

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

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

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

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…

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

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…

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

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

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

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…