sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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…
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
