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…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
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…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
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
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection