pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

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

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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…

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

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

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

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

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

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

odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing

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

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…

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