a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
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
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…
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
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…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
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
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
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks