Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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…
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surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island